Cursed Attire

The next morning Agnes woke up due to a nightmare as she shot up and sat on the bed, the lady had been panting heavily and her neck was drenched with sweat beads.

She raked through her hair and found Cyrus sitting in front of her on the sofa, the man had been staring at her with a stone face. The lady gulped due to the cold stare which had been bored on her gorgeous morning face.

"G- greetings, my lord!"

She greeted him and immediately bit her own tongue when she recalled Cyrus telling her to call him by the name. The man felt his blood raising as the wave of emotions became hyped within him.

'How can she entice me without even trying?'

Cyrus could feel that he was drawn to her and the certain scenario had been tranquilizing him. The king's eyes travelled down her face and rested on her neck where Cyrus could feel the blood flowing in her veins.

'She sure has a peculiar blood but somehow I'm unable to find the source of this unusual thing.'

Cyrus had known that she was a mere human since Agnes had been punished that way. Her vampiric powers were snatched when she was reborn, but something was still peculiar with her.

On the other hand Agnes had no clue about what Cyrus had been thinking, the lady gulped as she spotted his eyes on her neck.

'Is he a pervert? Why is he staring at my neck?'

She sneakily glanced down on herself and spotted that her neckline was really low.

The lady's half cleavage was exposed to his eyes which made Agnes heated around the cheeks, the woman wanted to cover her breasts but she also loved her life.

I mean who would want to end their life when the undefeated king had taken a liking towards them!? No one!

Cyrus stood up from the sofa and his red eyes stared at her while the man looked no less than a godly crafted mannequin made from jade! His long black hair contrasted with the cold skin which had been blocking the sunlight coming from the window behind him.

"Get dressed soon and join me for the breakfast."

The king ordered the woman and walked out of the room without even bothering to look back at Agnes, the lady had no clue what just happened.

'Wasn't he supposed to request that? Am I overthinking things that maybe he has a liking towards me?'

Agnes could not help but to shake her head upon the stupid thought which had build up within her based of the recent events.

As soon as he left the room a jury of maids strode inside with their heads glued to the ground, they all had been carrying numerous dresses and other accessories.

'Is this all for me?'

Agnes was taken aback by the protocol she had been receiving because the lady was just a mere blood pet to the king.

'Maybe this is how it feels to have those damn privates, for which people sell them to vampires.'

The lady seemed satisfied although disbelief was also visible on her face, Agnes had never thought that the privileges would be that good.

"Greetings, My lady!"

All those women lined up in front of Agnes when lady's Noh strode inside at the end. She seemed calm comparatively to yesterday's behavior and she greeted Agnes before she placed her apology.

"This humble servant is deeply apologetic for yesterday's behaviour, my lady. Please, forgive me."

Her bead was lowered and eyes glued to the ground whereas Agnes was still trying to figure out the stuff.

'She is apologizing to me? What exactly is my role here in Belle Morte? Am I some sort of duchess now?'

No wonder the thought crossed her mind the way people had been treating her.

"It's...it is completely fine, there is no need for such gesture."

Agnes became giddy at once as she heard those words from her, the lady had never been treated nicely from anyone.

She stood up from the bed and strode towards lady Noh, Agnes attempted to hold her hand but the woman imma backed off.

"Oh, oh...I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I can't…."

For a moment Agnes completely forgot that her human touch could burn her to death within minutes.

Lady Noh passed her a smile and flung her arm out to inform Agnes the matter for which she had arrived with so many maids.

"His highness wants your presence at the breakfast, my lady. We did not know what you would like to wear, so we brought every attire we had in the castle."

Agnes widened her eyes upon the words and before she could react to the mighty blessing, a jury of man servants appeared in the room from smoke.

"What in the world!?"

Agnes whispered to herself as soon as she witnessed the smoke coming inside the room as if it were a wave, and the back smoke began to fall in place and took the shape of men.

Within just a blink of an eye more than ten men were present in her room, each of them holding different dresses in their hands. Agnes could see the flashy, expensive yet luxurious clothes in their hands.

'This is just unbelievable, every vampire here is like a god!'

The lady could not help but to admire the men who were present in front of her eyes, each of them was no less than an eye feast that Agnes felt herself drawn to them like a magnet.

They all greeted her and waited for her to respond or give any order since each of them was appointed to her needs and requirements. They all had their eyes fixated to the ground since no one of them wanted their lives to end in every possible worst way, just because they dared to glance at king Cyrus' woman!

It was ironic that the king himself wanted revenge on her but did not want any other man to stare at her or feel any kind of emotion towards her.

Agnes faked a cough and made sure she was able to speak because the lady did not want to sound dumb of incompetent of being the noble vampire's blood pet.

"I want to try that one."

Agnes spoke while she gestured towards a certain dress, which stunned everyone. A chill ran down their spines and Lady Noh felt herself in the middle of another trouble.

The dress belonged to Lord Cyrus' beloved concubine who had died a horrible death!