All Chapters of Married To The Arrogant Vampire Prince: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SOFIAVictor actually has nice features, I’m not going to sit down here and act like he’s not handsome because he is, and I know this I may hate him but I’m not blind but why am I staring at him instead of looking at the game going on before us? It’s strange because back then I used to look at Victor which so much hatred and disgust, now that I’m looking at him, I don’t feel the same thing. The more I stare at him, the more these emotions steer inside of me.Maybe it’s because he’s not acting like the Victor I once knew. He looks totally different. He’s gone from being an annoying individual to a sad one, there is so much sadness in his eyes, grief confuses him and he wears worry to cover up his nakedness.I get the grief part but what is he worried about? Me? Is he worried that a monster could just pop up and attack. I really don’t get why we can’t get these witches to stop what they’re doing. They may have something on Victor but what about the king, he can easily stop this or is h

SOFIAThere’s chaos everywhere, tents painted in blood, the smell of burning flesh can be perceived from a mile away. What was supposed to be a happy celebration has turned into a sad chaotic one. Lissa is gone, she’s dead. And all she wanted was to make sure everyone was comfortable. Oh, Lissa. “I can fight, you-you taught me-” I sniff and oh my gods, I’m a mess right now. I never wanted to cry in front of Victor, not since that night when I took that crown. But here I am crying in front of him. But he doesn’t look at me with mocking eyes, does silver eyes I once loathed look into my green eyes with so much sadness and pity. “I don’t want you to fight this time. Let me avenge Lissa’s death.” He says and in the past I would have said he was full of shit and he was a fucking liar, but it doesn’t look or sound like he’s lying. He’s telling the truth. “Okay.” I say, and gods I sound so weak it’s pathetic, the werewolves back home would have seen my weakness and would have used it aga

SOFIAI don’t know when it has become a habit to just walk into Victor’s room, this time it’s closed so I don’t get to waltz into his room, so I’m going to knock on the door. Before I do my hand is hanging in the air and it’s about to meet the door. But I stop for a second, I don’t know why I’m frozen and I’m not moving. I have to do something. Maybe I think this is a ridiculous idea. Coming over to check on him? Yeah that’s stupid, we’re not friends… I mean we are friends but not friends like that. It’s not like we’re besties or anything, but here I am being worried about him, thinking of him like we’ve been buddies since we were little. I should remind myself that we started as enemies but it doesn’t work. All I keep thinking about is the fact that he’s saved my life countless number of times and I’m pretty sure he’s never going to stop so now I’ve totally forgotten that he used to bully me because of the amount of times he’s saved me. That fucking blood sucking bitch. Anyway, I

SOFIA I open my eyes to find myself in my room. “Hey, you’re okay.” Victor says in a soft voice, he sounds and looks relieved. A smile has never appeared on my face so quick. Which is crazy because I remember I used to be so pissed when he’d face would come into view but now I’m happy that I’m seeing his face which is so bizarre. “What happened?” I ask. “You fainted.”“Was there wolfsbane around somewhere?” “Uh, no, we made sure to remove every thing that could harm you in this palace, wolfsbane and silver.”“So how’s it possible? The only reason a werewolf would faint is if wolfsbane was around. That makes us weak.” and then I remember. “I remember seeing a butterfly.” “A butterfly?” “Yes, it had these dark wings, and on the wings there were stars on them. Does that description ring any bells to you?” Victor shakes his head. “How? No one saw the butterfly but me?” “I didn’t see any butterfly Sofa.” I groan. “Ugh, you’re useless Dragomire.” I try to get out of bed. “Wait wa

SOFIAEver since I stepped foot into this palace I have been seen as nothing but a damsel in distress, a princess who needs saving all the damn time. This can’t be the same person who went head on with her bullies in high school. Victor has carried me up, disregarding my plea to not carry me and how I can lift myself up. I would be kicking and punching him but that enchanted butterfly made me so fucking weak. I can barely lift my hand. I tried to protest and wiggle my way out of his arms but I’m too weak to do it so I just let this big strong man carry me to my room. Because I’m the weak princess who always needs a big strong man to carry her. I feel so fucking pathetic right now. Victor lays me down on the bed so carefully like I’m a glass he doesn’t want to break, and I’m not made of glass this I know. I’m proving people’s point when they say I’m too fragile to be a werewolf that is why I can’t shift. Fuck them, I shouldn’t be letting people get to me in this day and age. “Is t