The Blood Queen Who Walked Away의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

I returned to the manor shrouded in night, the forged Blood Covenant Certificate still clutched in my trembling hands.A Blood Covenant Certificate is the official decree granted to every vampire couple who completes the Crimson Bond Rite. It was the document that proved I was his wife in the eyes of our world.Without it, I was nothing.I forced down the chill rising in my chest, but before I could push open the doors, I heard Ethan’s voice drifting from the study, low and deliberate, speaking with his adjutant.“My Lord, it has been five years. Will you not complete the formal registration with Lady Vivienne?”My hand froze on the handle. Even my breath ceased.After a brief pause, Ethan’s voice answered, calm and controlled.“Not yet. Ella carries only a trace of vampire blood from generations ago. In our world, that means she has no protection, no name, no power.”The adjutant hesitated.“But Lady Vivienne has no official entry in the Blood Registry. If she ever learns the truth, s

“Don’t worry. I’m not misunderstanding anything.”My voice was calm when I told Ethan to continue with the adoption proceedings and that I would wait in the car.Relief visibly washed over him, and he even allowed himself a lighter smile as he told me to wait obediently and promised he would return shortly.I turned toward the black town car parked beneath the night sky. As I walked, I passed attendants from my former Coven and servants of the Nightfall Dominion. They did not bother to lower their voices. Their glances lingered on me with something dangerously close to pity.Someone murmured that I was truly pathetic, that I had no idea what was happening around me. Another remarked that the Lord visited the orphanage almost daily to accompany Ella, and that rumors claimed they had already secured a legitimate Blood Covenant registration and completed the Crimson Bond Rite. Meanwhile, I—the publicly acknowledged Blood Queen—appeared to be nothing more than an inconvenient afterthought.

Ethan PovThe moment I felt the severing of her presence in the estate, something inside my veins recoiled as if struck by silver. The bond I had always taken for granted—her nearness, her scent threaded through these halls—was gone, and the absence roared louder than any accusation.I tried to reach her through the private blood-link we once shared, but the channel returned nothing but silence. Not resistance. Not anger. Just void.For the first time in centuries, fear did not feel like a distant concept. It felt immediate.I seized my adjutant by the collar and ordered every gateway sigil within the Dominion sealed. No portal would activate without my authorization. No vessel would depart the coast. Every shadow network we controlled was to report movement under her name. I wanted confirmation that she still existed within the same world as I did.Hours passed. Every search returned empty.By the time I returned to the estate, the grand hall felt cavernous and unfamiliar. I stood the

At dawn the inner courtyard was already alive with movement, warded lanterns still burning as night-gardeners planted shadow-lilies imported from the Veiled Marsh, flowers that bloomed only beneath eclipsed moons and were said to bind lovers who walked among them.I had ordered them brought in before sunrise, determined to recreate something grander than the sanctuary Vivienne once tended with her own hands.A steward murmured that such flowers were nearly extinct in the wild and that a Lord who rebuilt an entire garden for his consort must truly be devoted.Another voice, quieter but sharper, countered that devotion had lost its meaning now that whispers of my long entanglement with Ella had spread across the Covenant along with the rumor of a daughter whose blood bore my name.Someone else dredged up older memories, recalling that before I claimed dominion, Ella had withdrawn to more prosperous courts while Vivienne endured exile beside me, absorbing slander and insult without compla

Vivienne Pov News of Ethan’s public decree to locate me reached the Ivory Thorn Covenant within hours.At that moment, I was seated across from Lord Gabriel Valerius in the most coveted midnight salon in the Southern Dominion.The establishment opened only after dusk and closed before dawn, its vaulted ceiling set with drifting shards of luminescent crystal that mimicked a shattered constellation, while goblets of aged vitae caught candlelight like liquid garnet.Gabriel was the alliance my father had once negotiated before I chose rebellion over prudence.He descended from one of the oldest unbroken pureblood lines in the continent, his aura steady and refined, the kind of presence that commanded silence without raising a voice.To the world he was a sovereign carved from ice and discipline.With me, he tempered that edge.I had mentioned the salon only once in passing.It was said that even High Court envoys waited weeks for a reservation.Within days, Gabriel had quietly acquired t