“Something's different about you, Selina,” Henry said as he put a hand on my waist while gripping my hand with the other. We were in the middle of Lyall Palace's great hall, about to partake in the tradition to be the very first to hit the dance floor at every party. I had organized this one in honor of the winter solstice.It was like my heart stopped for a second and I swallowed nervously.“W-what do you mean?” I asked, grasping his shoulder and his hand, trying to sound casual. I purposely gave our chests space so that he wouldn't feel my heartbeat. Did he know? Had he found out about me and Jasper? How? Did Jasper talk? My eyes scoured the ball room for the man in question and I saw him sitting on the fainting couch in the corner with a girl in each arm. While I was being questioned, he was out there laughing and flirting with girls. I tried to keep my composure. All the nobles in the land were in attendance and everyone was watching us. The moment the music started, Henry and
“What do you think about magic?” I asked, looking at Clifford intently.My personal butler stopped pouring my wine for a split of a second before finishing his task and standing beside me again.“I believe magic is dangerous, Your Royal Highness. It should be considered illegal,” he replied, his face darkening for a few seconds before being formal again.“Why do you think that?” I was surprised that he had such a strong stance about it. Something must have happened in his past for him to react that way. I listened carefully as he spoke, hearing the conviction in his voice loud and clear.“Magic is unnatural, ma’am. It goes against the natural order of things. It can have unpredictable consequences and can be easily abused by those who wield it.”“But magic can do good as well. Maybe heal someone from a disease or help us in battle?” I pressed on, waiting for the perfect moment to insert the topic of love potions into the conversation.“I understand your point, ma’am, but I have seen to
“No. Absolutely not!” I got up from the bench outside of the establishment and looked through the window. Shania was arguing with an older woman with long, white hair behind the counter. I remembered her as the same person I met in that same bookstore a few months ago. If that was Vevila Callaghan, it was no wonder there was a witches’ bible on the shelves back then.“Are you trying to get me arrested?” the woman hissed. She walked briskly past Shania and locked the door of the store. Vevila gave me the side eye when she passed by the window to return to her POS terminal, but didn’t say anything.“C’mon, Vevila, help a girl out,” Shania said while leaning on the counter. “My friend is head over heels in love with this guy, but he’s completely clueless. She thinks a love potion could help her out, and I thought, who best to ask than a witch, right?”“Wrong, and don’t call me by that name.” Vevila took a stack of books from the counter and put them on the shelves behind her. “I’m calle
“That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!”“You’re—kidding...” I muttered in shock.“I wish.” Shania picked up the heavy, leather bound book and brushed off some lint or dust. “Do you know how much I’ve tried so hard to find this book over the years?” She wasn’t slurring now and must’ve sobered up. “All this time, it’s just right there outside.”“Wait, wait,” I said, still confused. I tapped the book with my index finger. “That can’t be. I’ve seen a witch’s bible before, in that store, too. This isn’t it.”“So there’s two? Fascinating.” Shania sat on her bed. One could tell there was something brewing in her mind when she fell silent, flipping the pages of the Grimoire slowly. I almost jumped when she looked up at me, her face blazing with emotion. “Can you really read this?”“I mean… I can only see the scribbles, not read them but… I can try.”“Then try. Here.”I scanned each yellowish-brown page carefully with my eyes, squinting and turning it this and that, side to side, to see
“I’m pregnant.” Oh, my gods, I’m pregnant. That fact just felt more real when I said it out loud. Jasper stopped polishing the short sword he had in his hand to stare at me. He didn’t look angry or anything. His face was devoid of emotion and I think that was even scarier. “Congratulations,” he said. “Y-you're… the father.” I said the last bit in a whisper. I was nervous before, but after I said that, I was terrified. I realized I shouldn’t have confronted him all alone in the large gym, and while he was handling a blade like that. After I asked him to stay away from me, there I was weeks later, announcing the end of his bachelor life. His literal life if anyone ever found out. I touched the concealed pistol I always kept on my thigh. I know he’s faster, but if he even looked at me wrong, I would— “Are you sure you're pregnant?” he asked, making me flinch in surprise. There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, but overall, his countenance was calm. I relaxed. Calm was good. A
“Ahhh, s-stop...” That was a pathetic attempt to stop Jasper from ravishing my b reasts, even I knew it. I heard it. My moans and gasps. The lewd sounds our bodies were making as we did it in the dark, cramped storage room behind the gym. It was humiliating... a princess like me, being taken by an occult standing up, with clothes on, in that dusty place. But the thought that anyone could discover us there does wonders to my mind and body. It was thrilling. It was scary. It was dirty. I was delirious with desire. It must be the same for Jasper because he was pounding on me like mad. He was stirring my insides, hitting my sweetest spot. He was relentless. I stared at his face when his mouth left my b reasts. His eyes were big with wonder as he stared back at me. I don’t know if it’s still my pregnant brain’s doing again, but I want to kiss him so badly. And that’s what I did. I grasped both of his cheeks and leaned in. I teased his lips and they opened,
“Would you like to take a shower?” “No, thank you!” I pushed him again and as soon as he yielded, I bolted out of the storage room and into the afternoon light. However, there were so many people roaming around in the quad, I couldn’t bring myself to walk past them in the state I was in. I mean, if I was asked why I was so dirty, I could just stay silent and ignore them. But thinking about the rumor that it would start... I hid behind the bushes and sat there, not knowing what to do. Maybe I should have listened to Jasper and stayed in the storage room until the sun set, taking up his offer of a shower because I was itching like crazy from all the dust... but being with him in the same room was dangerous. Now that I had the time to mull things over, I realized how stupid I was to let the Lycan duke get in my pants again. I was doing great all those weeks ago when I was avoiding him, but as soon as we were alone in the same room, we couldn't keep our hands off
He didn’t stop until he was satisfied. Which meant we did it in every corner of that shower room: by the lockers, the benches, by the door. I wasn’t sure how many times we did it, but we did it until the sun came down and the gym was flooded in darkness. “Hey, watch it!” I said, annoyed when the duke’s hand brushed my red, swollen n ipples while he was soaping me from behind. They hurt because of how much he manhandled them earlier. Actually, my entire body ached, especially my pelvic area. He was a monster. “Sorry.” He apologized but I could hear that he was smirking and true enough, he rubbed my nips with his thumbs, earning a whine out of me. “S-stop!” I cried in between moans of pain and pleasure. Jasper stopped, chuckling, before pumping some more liquid soap into his hands to continue washing me. His hands were so hot, so rough. Every part of me that he touched felt like an erogenous zone. “I wanna try this one next time,” he whispered as his mi
I let out a blood-curdling scream.“It’s alright, my princess,” Clifford tried to reassure me with a soothing voice as he approached me, but his actions had the opposite effect on me. “Do not be afraid, it’s–”Before he could finish speaking, a shadow leaped in front of me and tackled the butler to the ground with a growl. It was Jasper. They fought over the knife before the duke knocked Clifford out with a punch to the face, dislocating his jaw.“Freddy!” Bridgette screamed. Everyone rushed towards the prince, and they pushed me out of the way. I landed on my behind, the grass cushioning the fall, still too stunned to care.“Are you okay?” I heard Jasper ask. He knelt in front of me. I gazed at him and the hand he offered, still wide-eyed. “Selina, are you hurt?”I shook my head no. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I didn't even realize I was crying until the duke put an arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”It was strange. Even though h
Someone was standing by the window.The drawing room was dark, but I could see their silhouette thanks to the moonlight shining through the mesh curtains. They appeared to be looking out of the window, their back turned towards me. My heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back in an attempt to escape, only to be stopped by a familiar male voice.“You’re here…” The person finally looked at me. They were wearing a turquoise and gold suit. A royal butler.“Clifford?” I squinted to see the man properly, my eyes adjusting in the dark. He was… smiling. It was unusual, but not unwelcome. “It’s late. What are you still doing here?”“I noticed you were not here after His Majesty’s visit. Where were you?”I closed the door behind me and walked towards my bedroom. “I just went out for a walk. You can go back now.”“Oh, alright. Good night, my princess,” he said, a soft lilt in his voice. “Sweet dreams.”I raised my eyebrows at that. He never smiles or croons. The butler was always professional a
Thank the Rozen Maiden, Jasper was already hard. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.He smelled like mint soap and tasted nothing in particular. Like clean skin.“What are you doing?” the Lycan exclaimed, horrified. He shoved me, causing me to fall off the bed. I assumed he didn't intend to do that, as he quickly rushed to my side, visibly concerned. “I'm sorry!”I didn't move from my spot. I hurt my back when I hit the floor, but my pride and dignity hurt even worse.He was right. What was I doing, coming to his room and pouncing on him like that? I have no shame left in me. I couldn’t believe I’d stooped so low.“Hey, are you okay?” the duke asked, and I turned away from him, ignoring him completely. “Don't just lie in there. The floor's cold.”“Leave me alone.”“Selina...”I breathed deeply before opening my mouth and screaming at the top of my lungs.“Alright! Fine! Fine!” Jasper yelled through my screams, stepping back and covering his ears. “Fine, I'll leave you alone, jeez.”
I ran upstairs to the third floor of the Lyall Palace, where the guests’ bedchambers were located. As soon as I reached the door at the end of the halfway, I pounded my fist on the sturdy wood. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night; I need to speak with the occupant of the room.“Princess Selina?” a voice came from behind me. I turned to see Jasper peeking out from an open door across the hall. He looked dumbfounded to see me. “What are you doing here?”I could ask him the same thing because I know that’s not his assigned bedchamber. I walked towards him and his expression turned into a deep concern. The duke stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.He looked ridiculous in his silk pajamas and nightcap.“You can't be here,” he said, his eyes combing the dimly lit hallway for signs of life. “What if other people–”I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to crash my lips into his.When Henry said I could not have a lover while he had one, he failed to co
“Your Royal Highness,” Clifford's voice called from outside my door. I scowled and turned towards it. What was it this time? “His Majesty is here to see you.”“The king?”“Yes, miss.”My eyes almost popped open in shock. Henry never visited me in my room, especially at night, because he was wary of the rumors it might create. What does he want?“Shall I tell His Majesty that you’re indisposed?”“No, let him…” I glanced at the table and noticed the vial of period blood was still there.In my panic, I grabbed it so that I could hide it on the couch again. However, it slipped from my hand and rolled under the table.“Argh!” I tried to reach it, but it was so far away from my hand.“Your Royal Highness?”“Just a minute!” I tried to use my foot, but the vial rolled under the other couch and near the fireplace. Spilling small amounts of thick liquid in its wake. I forgot to put its lid on.The door swung open, and I dived to snatch the vial and, before I could decide against it, threw it in
“I’ve seen the written accord; I have studied it ever since they displayed it in the Museum for all to see. It doesn’t say anything about that.”I narrowed my eyes at the glasses girl, “Are you saying my father lied?” “N-no! I’m saying he’s mistaken, Your Royal Highness.” Nervously, she passed around folders containing graphs, charts, and pictures showcasing ancient texts alongside their modern translations. “I mean, I can’t blame His Majesty, the accord is very old. But… as you can see in your copies, the translation clearly says ‘a child sired by Wilhelm’s blood’ … so, it could be anyone of them, not just the king.”“You mean the spare?” Julian interjected, eyebrows furrowing.“It doesn't matter who is sitting on the throne now,” the girl said, adjusting her glasses that were slipping down her nose. “Even if he has just a drop of the first emperor's blood, he will still be considered eligible. The person Princess Selina decides to marry will inherit both the throne and the title al
My heart had been pounding so hard on my chest when the heathens pushed me into the back of a car and made me lie on my back. It was where they gagged me and tied up my hands and feet. They drove the car for a while, driving through a couple of tunnels and a train crossing and a lot of humps and when they finally stopped, I couldn’t hear the hustle and bustle of the city. All the sounds I could make out were the occasional chirping of crickets, rustling of leaves, and the squelching of our feet against the soft, wet grass when they got me out of the car.The people who took me dragged me carefully inside a building and made me sit on a cushioned couch. The place smelled like rotten wood, stagnant water and dust. By the time my kidnappers pulled the bag off my head, I was already calm and collected. My security team always told me that in an event that I was taken, I needed to preserve my voice and strength. I must not encourage the kidnappers to hurt me, which I didn’t. Aside from the
Jade was talking animatedly to another student while smoothing out the pink poster on the wall. I walked towards the elevator a few feet from them, ignoring them, intending to ride the elevator to go to my class. A few other students were intrigued by the new poster and flocked to the female Lycan, listening to what she had to say.Jade’s soft-spoken voice was loud and clear while she explained to the group the importance of having a ‘well-woman exam’ at least once a year. Her words seemed to be filled with genuine concern and compassion for her fellow women, which made me huff. Where was that concern and compassion when she stole Henry from me?I pressed the button on the elevator again, willing for it to go down faster, but it was stuck on the fifth floor for some d amned reason. With a huff, I turned on my heels, and walked towards the stairs, but Jade’s words stopped me in my tracks.“Me?” She was smiling warmly while looking at the group of students in front of her. “As a matter
“I'm infertile?” I was thankful for the face mask I was wearing because it muffled my loud voice a bit and it helped to not shower the good doctor with spittle when I shouted. After a few days of holding it off because of my pride, I went back to Doctor Ortega’s clinic and endured all of the tests she wanted to do. I had a lot of terrible scenarios in my head during and a few days after the tests, but I never imagined that one. Given the doctor's concern, I thought I was dying. The final result was even worse. To say I was shocked was an understatement. “That's—no, it can't be!” As the future empress, it was my responsibility to have children. If I don't get to have that… I'll be useless. If Henry knew this— “I didn't say that,” the brown-haired doctor said, frowning a little. “I said you have polycystic ovary syndrome, Mary.” “Same difference.” I folded my arms on my chest. “I’ve heard of that condition. I won’t get pregnant if I have it.” “Why would that matter to you? I thou