Finest Woman

Agnes woke up and found the King's chamber empty, the panicked lady dashed out of the room immediately. 

Whereas outside the room on the rooftop Cyrus could sense her scent fading away, he inhaled sharply and grinned smugly when his wings revealed themselves in excitement. 

Agnes was escorted back to her home and the royal ball ended with happiness, well for everyone else. But for Agnes it was a nightmare she didn't want to experience again. 

"You are still awake?"

Margaret teased her as she placed the jug on the rusty table and snuggled into the bed.

"Or perhaps it is some handsome gentleman you met there, uh?"

Agnes shifted her eyes towards her without disclosing anything to her friend, she rebuked Margaret who drifted to sleep with giggles.

The next day as usual Agnes was on the duty of washing dishes and Margaret was getting ready to entertain the men at night.

The ladies had different chores and duties but one thing after the ball was common among them_ they both were replaying the night in their minds.

Whereas everything was cheerful after the royal night and smiles graced the faces of ladies and gentlemen. The royal carriage passed through the streets and every single person had his gaze darted on the unexpected arrival.

The sentry announced the arrival of the King and everyone around bowed obediently with their eyes glued to the ground.

'Mm, she is close. I can smell her scent around.'

Cyrus could sniff the pungent fragrance in the air which made his heart flutter for once. 

A tall silhouette with utmost jade complexion appeared to bless the sight of ordinary citizens. No one could believe that his highness had specially stepped out of Belle Morte. 

But what was he doing among the commoners?

Cyrus Saikaro was clad in white robe with black shiny roaring dragons around his shoulders, although the usual dark aura was absent from the scene. 

Curtis appeared out of nowhere a few steps behind him as a personal bodyguard, Cyrus inhaled deeply with his eyes closed. Yesterday's night had left a good effect on his health and he was feeling powerful after marking her and tasting a drop of her blood.

'Her blood would make a great wine and I'm certain a lowly woman like her would not miss this opportunity.'

No doubt he wasn't in love with her but thought about expanding his business by introducing a different flavour. 

Vampires had been hiring people who volunteered to give their blood to be used as precious wine among the vampires. No wonder Lord Hawthorne wanted to have Agnes all to himself acknowledging the worth of her blood.

Curtis arranged the King's entrance into the brothel which surprised the viewers and made them gasp. The first woman clicked into their mind was Margaret because only she was immensely popular among men.

A lady approached Agnes and Margaret in their room hurriedly, her heavy breathing was sure an announcement of some bad news. Because nothing bad had happened in the kingdom after the vampires invaded and strictly enforced the laws.

"Margaret!"

She yelled her name, making the two ladies nearly jump into their places.

"Margaret, his highness is here for you!" 

Her words made them numb that the brush dropped from Margaret's hand and that was the only noise in the room.

'Oh no! His highness is here?'

Agnes panicked in her heart she wished to hide somewhere but knowing that Cyrus had already sniffed her scent here, it was all in vain. 

But she had to do something and masking her scent was definitely not it because Cyrus had extreme fine senses than other vampires. 

"Really? His highness...is here for me?" 

Margaret was in the ninth sky after hearing that the noble lord had demanded her presence, her fate was about to change now. 

She immediately shot up from her seat and strode towards the wardrobe to pick some good attire, possibly the one from last night because that might have caught the King's attention.

Meanwhile in the downhall Cyrus was having a conversation with the brothel owner, the poor woman was panicked and terrified after his arrival.

Numerous dishes were served to him and all the beauties were strictly told not to appear unless demanded. After all, offering the noble vampire was equivalent to writing your own death note!

"King Cyrus demands the finest woman here."

Curtis presented the actual reason for their arrival and the madame became stunned at the blunt words.

The madame nodded and went away immediately while Cyrus inhaled again but this time something unusual hit his senses.

'What? She thinks Jasmine and Lily can mask her scent?'

The naive act made him smirk a little which forced Curtis to think about the cause. 

'How naive! I can still sense you around and now I can feel your heart beating in my ears too, love.'

No doubt marking her had perks too and yet Agnes was unaware what she had gained! 

Madame appeared with Margaret in the hall while Cyrus was sitting with his back straight on the sofa and eyes closed.

"My lord, his highness, here is our best woman."

Cyrus opened his eyes only to see Margaret in front of him. 

The disobedience of his command infuriated Cyrus and his eyes turned blood red, Curtis immediately gasped upon the situation and shut his eyes.

He wasn't in the position to help or give them any hint, Cyrus began to develop a dark aura around his body. Everything present in the downhall began to fly in the air and a storm was stirred when he vanished. 

'Where is the master going?'

Curtis was unable to determine where his master vanished to, while all the ladies in the room were dumbfounded and terrified after incurring the rage.

Whereas in the some room on the second floor Cyrus appeared in the thin air startling Agnes, who dropped the jug on the floor with the sudden appearance behind her.