SWNOVELS Chapter 63
I paced up and down in my bedroom restlessly. 30 minutes had passed by since Maximilian left to talk to King Bellamy, but he hadn’t returned yet.
'What took Maximilian so long? Does he probably get into an argument with the vampire king?′ I thought apprehensively.
“Can you stop pacing up and down like that? You give me a headache,” Sigmund complained, cutting off my train of thought.
His complaint really nettled me. “If you didn’t want to get a headache, why didn’t you get out of my bedroom now?”
“Nice try! But I’m not going anywhere,” he said insistently.
“Then stop nagging! I can’t hear myself think,” I snarled.
Sigmund looked at me with puzzled frown on his face. “What’s got into you, Princess? Why do you so moody today?”
I was about to answer, but suddenly someone tapped at the door.
“Come in!” I ordered.
The door opened and Prince Maximilian walked in.
I approached him and asked impatiently, “How is it?”
“I am so sorry, Rosanne,” Maximilian replied apologetically, “I’ve talked to King Bellamy, but he didn’t want to listen to me too.”
“I don’t believe you. My grandfather always listens to your words. Why didn’t he listen to you this time?” I said in disbelief.
He shrugged. “I don’t know why either.”
“You should’ve tried harder to convince him!” I chided.
“I swear I’ve tried my best to convince him. But I couldn’t persuade him to postpone our wedding- his mind’s made up,” he said.
“Wait! Wait!” Sigmund chimed in, “So you asked Maximilian to persuade King Bellamy to cancel your wedding?”
“Postpone,” Maximilian corrected through gritted teeth.
“Whatever,” Sigmund commented. Then, he inquired me, “Why do you want to call off your wedding, Princess?”
“I think it’s none of your business, Sigmund,” I tried to sound as polite as possible.
“She’s right. Just mind your own business!” Maximilian added rudely.
Sigmund was ready to give Maximilian a retort, but I interrupted, “Would you mind leaving us alone for a moment, Sigmund? I need to speak with Maximilian in private.”
“You heard her. Get out now! I want to talk to my fiancée,” Maximilian sneered.
Sigmund glared at Maximilian, but he softened his gaze when he looked at me.
“Alright. I’ll wait outside. Just call me if this spoiled prince gave you a trouble, okay?” He jerked his head towards Maximilian when he mentioned the words ‘spoiled prince’.
Sigmund’s remarks angered Maximilian. But before the vampire prince could protest, Sigmund already walked out of my bedroom.
Maximilian began swearing which was only answered by Sigmund’s laughter from the other side of the door.
I rolled my eyes at their behavior. I wondered why the two guys always fought like cat and dog every time they met.
Maximilian took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. After that, he questioned me, “So, what do you want to talk about, Rosanne?”
“Look, Maximilian! I don’t care how you do that, but I want you to convince King Bellamy to delay our wedding,” I emphasized, setting my arms akimbo.
“You don’t understand, Rosanne. I know King Bellamy for a long time. Once he has made a decision, nothing and no one will make him change his mind,” Maximilian explained.
“But there must be something we can do to make him change his mind, right?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so. We need a miracle to make King Bellamy change his mind,” Maximilian said to indicate that it was almost impossible to change the vampire king’s mind.
I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly. “Oh God, what shall I do?”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why do you so eager to postpone our wedding?” Maximilian asked curiously.
“I’m just not ready for this,” I replied. Of course. Who’s ever ready to die?
“I know you’re still too young, and you’re not ready for a marriage yet. But let’s just go with the flow, okay?” Maximilian suggested. But I didn’t respond him.
“Besides,” he continued, “I’ve promised you that I would take you to meet your adopted family in London after we get married, right? So the sooner we get married the better.”
'How could I meet my family if I were dead?' I thought desperately.
Maximilian, who could read my mind, queried me confusedly, “What do you mean with dead?”
“Nothing,” I quickly replied. “You’d better leave now, Maximilian. I need some time alone.”
“But Rosanne—”
“Just buzz off!” I snapped, cutting him off.
Maximilian sighed, “Fine.”
Maximilian started walking out of my bedroom. Just after he shut the door, I shout after him, “And don’t come to meet me before you can persuade King Bellamy to delay our wedding!”
I could hear Maximilian snorting with annoyance at the other side of the door, followed by Sigmund’s mocking laughter and the guards suppressed giggles.