Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 118: Memories of winter

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Once the Slater and Belmont families wrapped up the discussion in the parlour room, the humans excused themselves to return to their house. As their own carriage had suffered a broken wheel from a harsh bump in the road, they travelled back in the vampire’s carriage.

Upon reaching the destination, the carriage door opened and the cold air greeted them immediately.

Little Ruelle climbed down after her parents, her hood slipping back as she crossed the frosty ground toward the front door.

"The arrogance of those bloodsuckers. They think they own the world," Harold grumbled through clenched teeth once they were inside. He had bowed to Lord Azriel politely and all he had received in return was just a nod.

"Loathsome creatures, indeed," Megan agreed, placing a soothing hand on his arm. The servants hurried forward to remove their coats. She let out a sigh. "We must tread carefully, Harold. You don’t want to lose the position the minister is offering through this alliance."

Mr. Belmont clicked his tongue as he was still irritated. His gaze then moved to Ruelle, who stood at the doorway. He warned her,

"If not for yourself, then at least think of how it reflects on me. Do not embarrass us, Ruelle. Do you hear me?"

Little Ruelle nodded timidly.

"Mama! Papa!"

A small voice rang from the staircase, followed by quick footsteps. Soon a little girl just a year younger than Ruelle rushed down, her hair bouncing as she flung herself toward Mr. Belmont.

"I was waiting for you to come home, Papa!"

Harold’s expression softened at once as he bent to scoop his youngest daughter into his arms. He chuckled, "Were you now?" and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I am sorry it took us so long."

Mrs. Belmont smiled before asking, "Did you behave while we were away, Caroline?"

A small frown settled over Caroline’s small face as she complained, "I don’t like the lessons..." Megan gave a soft, indulgent sigh. She then began to climb up the staircase with Harold and Caroline.

Little Ruelle watched their backs as they climbed higher and higher, their voices fading with each step, until the staircase swallowed them whole. No one noticed she had not followed and no one called her name.

An elderly maid came to her side. "Miss Ruelle, let’s get you changed into something comfortable, shall we?" and the young one was guided out of there to her room.

During the change of clothes, the maid asked, "How was your trip today, miss?"

Ruelle shook her head. "I fell," her voice was small. "Father was disappointed..."

"Don’t think too much on it, Miss. The vampires have that effect on many people," the maid consoled her. "For what they are and what they do. It can be scary at times."

As the maid was going to pull a fresh pair of nightdress over Ruelle’s head, the woman’s hands slowed. Her eyes fell on the child’s legs, where old bruises overlapped with newer ones. Marks left by Mr. Belmont’s cane for when he found a fault. And the wounds had made the girl’s legs weaker, unsteady on her feet and quicker to fall.

The next days, the Slaters’ carriage began coming for Ruelle to pick her up.

Right now, she was in the glasshouse of the Slaters’ Mansion. She walked next to Dane, with Lucian trailing a few steps behind.

"Tell me which one you like and Lucian will pluck it for you," Dane said with a smile, clearly enjoying his role as her chaperone.

When Ruelle paused at a patch of flowers, she turned to Dane and asked, "Then... can I take this one, Brother Dane?"

Dane stared at her for a moment before sweeping her into a playful hug and replied, "Of course! Big Brother Dane will give you the whole garden!" While a surprised Ruelle stood still for a moment.

Soon Ruelle carried flowers in her arms and when there was no more room, Dane began tucking the rest into her braided hair.

"Brother Dane...here," the little Ruelle extended her hand and when Dane leaned forward, she placed a flower in his blond hair. She then smiled, "You look pretty."

"Heard that, Lucian?" Dane laughed.

Idiots, Lucian thought, who stood a few steps behind watching them in silence. He didn’t understand what was so fascinating about it, but it seemed to make the girl happy and she spoke more.

When Ruelle stopped by an inky-blue flower with petals outlined in red, she looked at it in awe. But the moment she touched it, the flower began to wilt.

Seeing her worried expression, Lucian explained, "They are shy to touch. Ghost’s Umbrella... They will return to their normal state after a minute."

"Ghost’s Umbrella," she repeated under her breath as if to memorise it.

pink flower, which was half-hidden behind the leaves. At the same moment, a

struck

staring at her with a tense expression. He

flowers. Go back inside

her cheeks burning

mistake, Lucian’s lips parted but the little girl felt too ashamed and quickly ran out

witnessed this, snorted. "How mean," he teased, before adding, "A

hand and slowly opening his palm. A dead wasp lay there, its crushed

buzzing of the bees began to fill the

palm. He stared beyond

eyes still focused on his palm and he looked back at her. Snow battered the windows

never said that," Lucian

she was tending his palm with aside. She then adjusted the cuff of his sleeve with quiet care before

his mother left and the fireplace went cold,

path. Without a word, he lifted his hand, holding not just a

remarked with a straight face as

slowly lit up. She carefully took the plant into her small

anything, the quiet ease in his expression made it clear that he was

the Slaters’ Mansion, Ruelle’s little feet got comfortable enough to wander on their own, finding Lucian with his books. He did not ask her to

Ruelle when it was time to leave, she would often find the young master sitting exactly where he had been while the girl’s head rested on the open book he had

noon, at Ruelle’s relentless insistence, Lucian found himself sitting on a rock while she ran off to hide. He counted aloud with little enthusiasm before opening his eyes. Even without trying,

forest was dusted white, the ground soft and bright beneath the

would be over in less than a minute. So

to disappear, making sure his steps

on the ground with her legs folded awkwardly like a frog. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and her

Lucian asked, as if already

shook her head while

his eyes dropped just as she pulled her coat aside.

"I found a dog!"

it down. If its

us look for its mother," Ruelle argued

there. It is going to cause

wolf pup to the ground.

other. One with determination and the other with a frown that

several minutes of waiting,

scooped the pup back into

grounds, the wolf pup trotted beside him, occasionally leaping at his polished shoe. Without realising it, Lucian moved his foot back and forth just enough to make the wolf

sprinted

upon seeing the girl’s hand run on the surface of the kitchen table while the girl couldn’t see anything because of her lack of height. "Did I not tell you that the kitchen isn’t your

voice, while her small hand finally found something and

sound of her returning footsteps

eyeing the carrots in her fists. "Did you think he is

she asked, already dropping to sit on the ground. She broke one carrot in half

he is a male,"

two seconds before the wolf bit into it.

heard a howl of the wolf, he guessed the pup to be alone. Noticing her grow attached to the wolf, he said, "Your parents will

doing. The wolf licked her fingers, but her eyes moved to

tilting his head slightly. She shook her head.

it was alone because something had already happened to its

after consideration, he proposed, "I can

"Really?" Ruelle’s expression brightened.

He walked towards them with a small box tucked under his arm. Catching sight

unusual choice

Dane, you are back," Ruelle greeted him. And when the wolf went to nip Dane’s pants, her eyes widened, and she said in slight panic, "Don’t do it!" The wolf seemed to listen to her as it

which she was quick to take. When they were about to leave,

replied calmly, and

her but Lucian caught it by its scruff, lifting it with one hand and holding

seated inside the carriage with her, noticed the dirt on the girl’s dress. Her mouth thinned briefly before her expression softened into

Ruelle asked

Mrs. Belmont did not care enough to ask what Ruelle meant and the