The Tyrant's Pet

Minutes ago, when Abel got out of the room to get her a glass of water, he stopped at the mansion's lobby. Looking up, he met Marsella's pair of bright crimson eyes on the second floor. She was leaning against the railings, holding a glass of red liquid, which he was certain was pure blood.

"My dearest brother, I heard Ram is barren." Marsella's voice was sexy and pleasant in the ear. Her question would naturally anger anyone, but not Abel, as that was the truth.

"And what is the purpose of this sudden interest, sister?" he asked, intrigued.

"Well, because it seems you are forgetting something very important, brother," Marsella smirked, cocking her head to the side. "Ram might be barren, but you're not an ordinary man. Your blood had healing properties."

Abel chuckled in delight. "Do not worry, she'll be fine."

"Be fine… do you mean she won't get pregnant because you are purposely not healing what is broken in her?" Marsella quirked a brow, chuckling when he simply smiled at her as a response. "Ram will be disheartened, my brother dearest."

"She told me the other day during our lesson… she actually had a dream." She pushed herself away from the railing to sip on the wineglass. "That dream… is becoming a mother of your child, but she believed that was impossible because she could no longer bear a child."

Marsella hissed in satisfaction, swirling the drink elegantly until the red fluid coated the transparent glass.

"Poor her. She doesn't even know bearing a child is not a problem if it's with you." Her eyes fell on the man standing in the middle of the lobby. "But I understand. At the very least, I do not need to remind you to be very careful during your rounds of passion. It'll be very heartbreaking to watch you bury your own child."

The smile on Abel's face slowly faded as his eyes slightly narrowed at her. There were already seven existing Grimsbanne at the current, and adding another man would become a problem for sure.

"Mind your damn business next time, sister." Abel slowly turned to get Aries a glass of water; the real purpose of why he was in there in the first place. However, his steps stopped once more at Marsella's next remarks.

"You've grown weak, have you?" Marsella simpered, watching him raise his head at her again. "Marsella told me you can be quite cruel, but seeing you now, you're not really that impressive."

She straightened her back, smirking. "But I like this version more than the one I expected before coming here. Anyway, since I sort of like you, my brother dear, and Ram too, I don't want to make you overthink."

"Most people who claimed those words definitely planned to do just that."

"Haha!" Marsella shook her head mildly. "Brother, I did say the reason for Ram's deteriorating health is that of her witch. I was sure of it, but sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if that was truly it or… there's another existence inside of her?"

Marsella smacked her lips and shrugged. "You and I would definitely know if she's pregnant, but the more I think about it and look at Piglet, these things cross my mind. Just what sort of child will you have? I bet he'll be very mischievous even before he is born. Like playing hide and seek with his father."

"I don't want to make you overthink. You're the one who knows what's going on behind closed doors. So, definitely, you had everything under control, right?" she added, smiling until her eyes were squinting. "Goodnight, brother. May you sleep peacefully tonight."

Abel snapped his eyes, returning to the current lapse of lying beside Aries. Surely, Marsella had her way with her nonsense and succeeded in planting the seed of the matter deep in his head. He blinked ever so tenderly, gazing down at his wife in his embrace.

Aries moaned slightly, squeezing herself into the warmth of his body. Abel pulled her waist closer, embracing her securely while stroking the curves of her back gently.

'A child…' Abel rested his chin on her head. 'Impossible.'

Abel traced any sense of another life through her blood but had gotten nothing. However, he still couldn't be sure. Aries was the protector of Maleficent's powers, and Abel was a Grimsbanne. A life created by the two of them… a seed playing hide and seek wouldn't be a surprise.

He had lived as a Grimsbanne for so long that he knew what sort of thing they could do. If Marsella could run away from home while she was an infant, and Sunny could travel across the globe while carrying the king of vampires safely… then… What were the odds Marsella's theory could become reality?

'What would our child look like?' Abel buried his face on top of her head, tightening his embrace on her. 'I should kill Marsella tomorrow. She speaks so much nonsense already.'

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<strong>Meanwhile…</strong>

Marsella chuckled with her lips closed, waltzing through the hallway after all the things she said to Abel. Her expression was the complete opposite of that of her brother's, evidently pleased at the face he made at the thought of a child.

"How dare he fuck without regard for a woman's body?" she shook her head, stopping in front of the chamber. Marsella held the glass to her side. Her other hand reached for the knob and pushed it open. As soon as she stepped inside the chambers, her lips curled up into a smirk. Her eyes fell on the middle-aged man lying motionless on the bed.

"Your Majesty…" she called, strutting inside and sitting down on the edge of the mattress. "You should've seen the look on Abel's face when I told him his wife might be carrying his wretched seed. It was amazing!"

Marsella laughed, slowly raising her feet on the bed as she lay on her side. She propped her temple against her knuckles, eyes on the man on the brink of death.

"Until now, I couldn't understand your role in this place. But well, me neither." Her eyelids drooped, smirking bitterly. "I heard Ram was here. I wonder… how did you summon her?"

"Things are getting interesting in this place with the increasing number of missing reports." She smacked her lips, shifting her eyes at the window, filtering the moonlight. "The Empress will be selected soon, and then… the gathering of the night council. The only good thing about this place is the blood bank."

Marsella's eyes swirled with anticipation, grinning from ear to ear, setting her eyes back on her patient. Sunny was particularly fond of this man, the king on the mainland.

"Did you know some people from the mainland visit this place?" she cocked her head to the side. "Sunny killed — ate them all. They would've rescued you if not for her. Haha. I have never had so much fun ever since I died the first time."