38 She'd Never Marry That Tyrant

Bewitching!

That was the first thought in her mind when that face came into her view. How could someone be so beautiful? And those silver eyes, it was piercing and almost metallic. For some reason, he looked oddly familiar to someone she knew. 

But no matter how much she thought about it, Dahlia couldn't come up with an identity. The resemblance was in her head but her brain just couldn't connect it. And why should she worry about who he looked like? She was barely here for some weeks now. 

Dahlia didn't even care that she was standing in front of the vampire king or should she put it, her future husband - if things go well. She was simply spellbound by his beauty, he was something out of a romance book. 

But that charm was broken the moment he scrunched his nose at her contemptuously, "I smell nothing special about her except the annoying bad blood," He looked disappointed. 

And three...two... One... she was back to reality.