380 Guests in the Castle- Part 2

"Looks like things are better between you two," commented Calhoun and Madeline's gaze returned to him.

"It feels like things are going back to the time before my grandparent's meddled with her memory. She also looks happier," said Madeline with a smile on her lips. Her eyes caught sight of Lucy who was dancing with a man whom she had never met before, "Who is that?" she asked Calhoun, and Calhoun twirled her around to switch positions to see who Madeline was speaking about.

"That's Ethan Moryet. A distant cousin from Lucy's mother's side," said Calhoun before his eyes fell on Theodore who stood at the side, watching the couple dance. Amusement in his eyes, he looked back at his beautiful bride in his arms, "Now that Samuel is out of the picture, I am guessing he cannot wait to woo Lucy. Anyways, stop making me look at other people when I only want to look at you."

The guests who hadn't stepped forward to dance with the others stood at the sides, some looked happy, and some out of envy of how a mere human had stepped forward and acquired the position of the Queen of Devon, to stand beside Calhoun Hawthrone.

Lilith, who stood at the side couldn't help but quietly stare at the girl. Being part of the High House members had its own benefits, and she didn't come here today to attend and watch the wedding take place. The reason why she had come here was to observe the girl, who was supposed to be the dark angel.

"It looks like you drank a whole glass of wine named jealousy," commented Weasley who was standing next to her while watching the people dance.

Lilith's lips twisted in displeasure, "I have no idea of what you are speaking about. Am I looking so beautiful that you cannot keep your eyes off of me?" she turned her head to meet Weasley's eyes with a fake smile plastered on her lips.

Weasley smiled, "I wasn't watching you, but I was surely distracted by the smoke coming from you. I thought I would let you know." Lilith glared at the man for the words he uttered, and if she could, she would tear his head off his body, but they were in a royal gathering, and the people of the High House members were supposed to act sensible and composed.

"I have no reason to be jealous or fuming over something where I was the one to leave. I just enjoyed the time, and I left," replied Lilith while trying to keep a straight face.

"Whatever floats your boat. You know what happened," Weasely took a sip from his glass before walking away from there to go and stand next to Reginald who was humouring an old woman.

"He has been playing with fire for far too long. It is time, I burn and send him to hell," muttered Lilith under her breath.

Weasley enjoyed taunting her, and every time she had controlled herself. She hadn't expected Calhoun to actually marry Madeline, but that was alright, thought Lilith in her mind. They were going to kill the girl and Calhoun would again continue to live his life in misery, just like he had, when his mother had passed away. He would look for a place to forget the pain. But Lilith didn't want love. She wanted to see both the King and the new Queen suffer.

With Helena and other High House members, who stood on the other side of the room, Lilith turned her head to Luther and asked, "Did you see Mary? It seems like she didn't come to attend the wedding." Since the time they had entered the chapel, Lilith had expected for the woman to be present as she was a close relative of the bride, but she wasn't here.

"Unless someone decided to kill her."

"You think someone caught a whiff of what she was up to? Or do you think it's someone who wants the girl too?" asked Lilith because a dark angel didn't appear every year. But they couldn't kill her today as they were told to wait until the full moon day appeared before they would come for Madeline. She raised the glass in her hand to bring it up to her lips. "So much for a happily ever after tale," and she drank the alcohol whilst staring at Madeline.

The ballroom had windows that were left open for air to pass through. Many trees stood next and near to the windows that had grown tall and wide in stature. In one of the trees, and in one of the branches of it, two bats were hanging themselves upside down while watching the people in the ballroom.

The smaller bat quietly looked at people, wondering what he was doing here outside than being inside the castle, "Master, what are we doing here hanging on the tree?" asked Odin.

"Looking at people, you fool," scolded Vladimir as he concentrated his eyes on the newlywed couple who were dancing in the middle of the room. He and Odin had been sitting here for quite some time now, observing the King who was responsible for his daughter's misery. He was a handsome bastard, and he wondered if it was what caught his poor daughter's eye. "He seems young for a King. He probably didn't age much, which explains his debauchery."

Odin understood the part where his master was watching his prey, but what he didn't understand was, instead of going inside and avenging Lady Constance's death, they were hanging on the tree.

"Master-"

"Hush, you chatterbox. I will burn you if you utter one more word," Vladimir continued to glare at the King. "I want the King to know what pain feels like when something is stolen right in front of his eyes. Let him enjoy the day now so that when the times comes, he remembers how painful it is when something precious is stolen and sullied. I will make sure his bride's fingers and limbs shall be delivered to him, so that he knows she's being tortured before being killed."

Odin quickly nodded his head enthusiastically. The servant cleared his throat, "But aren't we going inside?"

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"And do what?" came the low voice from Vladimir, "I can tell, with what kinds you have been associating yourself with, Odin, to have your brain rust and rot. But if you so much insist, we can take a look." And Vladimir flew away from the tree.

He? Odin asked himself. When did he insist?

"Master, wait!" and the smaller bat quickly followed its master.