Two months later.
A coffin was placed in the middle of a dark room, surrounded by burning candles. In the coffin, Ashley Parker dressed as a bride was lying dead, beside her mate Mukadil. He was also dressed in wedding attire; it seemed that the bride and groom had just returned from their auspicious marriage ceremony.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Queen Isabella came inside, her eyes swollen due to constant crying.
“My son!”
She placed her hand over his burning forehead, a sign of a vampire’s starvation.
“The dead must rest in peace, Mukadil. Let us arrange a funeral for Ashley.”
Mukadil’s eyes shot up, his red orbs were darkening with denial.
“She is not dead!”
He hissed back at his mother, she sobbed piteously at her son’s worsening condition.
“Eat something, Mukadil. Ashley will be worried to see you weak and sick.”
Lila offered a glass of crimson liquid to him, but he refused to take it.