Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

She was wearing a red dress as the norm of their nation instead of the white one like other princesses worn in their marriages. Her golden hair was prepared in a bun covered with flowers of real gold and adorned with pearls and rare gemstones.

She was wearing a necklace that was shining brighter than the moon and a matching bracelet and earring. Her fingers were left empty so that he could put a ring in it.

And other rings did not give competition to what he had chosen for her. The make up was done perfectly, with her lips redder and her cheeks creating a blush, her eyes were shimmering and her emerald orbs were looking like two small moons.

Yet she was not happy to look so beautiful at once. As a princess, she should have received this kind of treatment daily but she had lived no better than maids! Like an extra, she had always lived an outcast wife and now even when she was getting married, she would live a miserable life in the unknown world.

“You are looking too worried, My lady. As a princess you should always be calm!” told Anne as she rubbed Hazel’s back a bit trying to make her feel better.

“My lady, did you not like the make-up or jewellery?” asked the maid who was given the task to doll Hazel up. Her eyes were teary as she looked at hazel, that confused her._.

She did not understand why she was so worried about her when they did not even know each other. But then it might be Hazel’s last chance to see so many humans around her. So, she did not dwell on the matter and cherished the concern she was getting from them.

Her expectant eyes and the worry formed on my Anne’s face, made Hazel realize that she still had not replied.

“No, it is just perfect.” Hazel replied with a smile that came out stiff.

A knock on the door interrupted their thoughts, and shortly after a court lady came in.

“Hazel, we have to leave now” said the governess that came behind the court lady. She nodded as she knew that they had shown more than enough patience by waiting for her until she replied to the maids and looked so many times into the mirror.

Hazel stood up from her seat with a heavy heart and Anne bent to hold the bottom of the heavy dress so that she could stand properly.

“Where is father?” Hazel asked, as mostly fathers escort daughters on the altar of marriage. Though they did not have a good relationship, at least this much she deserves to be the sacrificial lamb.

“He might be busy, therefore I was asked to take you