Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548: The new beginning_Part 2

"Don’t be sad, Red," Angel muttered softly, his gaze resting on the center of her parted hair. "I will write to you every day, just like we write to your father."

"I don’t want to go..." Elle sobbed into her knees, her voice muffled. "I want to stay here with everyone. I want Aunt Belle to do my hair every morning, I want to play with Rosey and Uncle Rohan... I want to stay where you are and wait until Papa comes back like you say, but Mama says I will get sick again if we stay." Her small shoulders began to tremble.

Elle hated being sick, but she couldn’t help it. She hated making everyone worry, and worst of all, she hated that they would leave when, until now, she had imagined herself living here until her Papa returned, her Papa, who her Mama said was far away and wrote letters to them.

As if realizing something, Elle raised her tear-stained face to look at Angel. "If we leave, how am I to write to Papa and receive his letters?" Her sobs grew louder.

Angel, unused to seeing her cry like this, swiftly picked her up from the ground and placed her on his thigh, hugging her to his chest as he coaxed gently, "You can write them down, and whenever me or my Pa comes by, we will take them and send everything to your father."

"I don’t know how to write that well yet... and you won’t be there to help me write the letters..." Elle sniffled, her sobs calming now that she was in his warm arms, the place she always liked to be. He was so big and comforting, and she loved to be held by him all the time. Whenever he held her, she felt less sad and more happy, and more safe.

"Your Mama can help you write them, or Aryen. He can already write; Papa taught him and Rosey," Angel said, patting her back gently. The soft wind blew toward them, causing her to shiver. The normal autumn air was freezing to her delicate body, and winter here was always far worse for her, sometimes making her struggle to breathe. She was awfully fragile for life in this atmosphere.

Angel had known that since the moment he had brought her along with Enny back, but he had hoped she would grow stronger if he kept her warm. Now, however, he was no longer always at home to do so, and she needed a safer, more breathable atmosphere.

"I don’t want Aryen to write my letters. He will know that I complain to Papa about his meanness and about how he and Rosey think I am too small to join their play or fly with them. I don’t want him to know what I tell Papa or what Papa tells me," she pouted, resting her head against his chest where his heart beat steadily.

Rosey had gotten her wings two years ago, and since then, she rarely stayed at the house, preferring to explore with Aryen. He followed her everywhere, and they always came back covered in mud and dirt. Elle had always wanted to join them, but Aryen and everyone else would never allow it.

"Then we should work on your writing and reading before tomorrow, when you leave. What’s this?" Angel asked, hearing the rustle of something in her pocket. He reached in and pulled out a folded paper tucked inside.

"Uncle Rohan says it’s from Papa, but I was waiting for you to come and read it to me. Look at it, what did Papa say?" she asked, moving back to look at the paper. She couldn’t read it herself yet and didn’t want anyone else reading it; she liked it only when Angel read it for her.

Angel unfolded the letter carefully. Though Rav was still struggling against the intense corruption, Angel’s blood, mixed with some technique his grandfather and mother had given him, suppressed it for longer hours. But once those hours passed, the hunger inside him became so intense that they would have to feed him more than a deer as the corruption surged with ferocity. He had once broken his chains but thankfully his father had been there to change the chains.

Now he opened the letter and began to read aloud for Elle:

"To my dearest pumpkin, Elle,

I received your letter about Aryen teasing you and calling you a fragile kitten. Don’t let his words hurt you, my little one, I’ve spoken to him and reminded him that no one has the right to call my precious pumpkin fragile. And I saw your birthday wishes too... I promise, I will make them come true.

As for when I will return... I cannot say, for my work here holds me still. But know this: not a day passes that you are not in my thoughts. Each morning, I wake carrying your image in my heart. I keep your portrait with me, along with your Mama and your brother, so that even here, I am never far from what I love most."

Angel’s tone shifted from light to grave as he read, imagining Rav’s emotions pouring into every word.

"Elle, I heard about your sickness and that you must leave Velmere. Please, don’t be sad, my girl. Do as your mother says and take care of yourself so I can see you strong and healthy, not weak and sickly. No matter where life takes you, Elle, I want you to know that I will always love you.

Take care, my beloved daughter.

Your father, Rav."

Angel finished reading and looked down at Elle, whose head remained bowed, tears dropping onto her gloved hand.

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