Dahlia's heart skipped in terror as she stepped into the room. They were only a few guests there as the rest were yet to arrive. It was still too early for a wedding to take place, and most of the guests were not informed of the shift in time. She was sure that a whole lot more would come later.She saw the king seated in front, on his throne. He wife was seated beside him, and there was another smaller throne which she guessed would be for her, in his other side. She felt insulted.Her gaze scanned the entire room. The room was heavily and luxuriously decorated, but she wasn't in the mood to admire the decoration. She looked around, and her eyes met her mother's who gave her a curt nod of encouragement. She looked away from her and met her father's eyes, who had a smug smile on his lips. He was perhaps feeling victorious.She couldn't bear to look at them anymore, so she turned away from them. But no where seemed to be better. There was no familiar face. She felt trapped and hopeless
By the time Lorenzo got to Valenn, it was already noon. He managed to find everyone he had sent before him, and they went a little far from the castle and into the woods, before they could start talking."Did you find her?" Lorenzo asked them. They were three, and all female."Yes general, but it would be difficult to rescue her right now. She's presently being monitored closely by the king's guards. Her father gave instructions to some his men to take out her personal maid." One girl answered.Lorenzo was surprised by the turnouts, but he did well to hide it. "The maid is safe now. Do you have any idea if the king or her father is near her? Where is she right now?""Last we saw her father, we went to meet some of his men from Woodrow. Perhaps he went to give them the order to kill the maid. While the king left to attend to some of the wedding guests. More are still coming.""Is the wedding over? Did she end up marrying him?" He asked again, and he failed to conceal the desperation i
Freya stared at the woman hugging her son from a distance. This wasn't what she had expected when she thought of his mother. She even reeked of alcohol. How could she be his mother? Elric was too responsible, where as... Or was it too early to judge?The woman seemed to be falling on him, so he had to hold her to keep her steady. She stared at him with a wide grin."It's been so long Elric, you have refused to come see your mother.""I have been very busy here mah." He answered, sounding somehow awkward. "We should go inside. And why didn't you inform me that are coming with aunty and whoever that is?" He asked, referring to the man. "And you made me wait for days. I was worried.""You don't always have to worry about me. See? I am fine." She swayed heavily, and he caught her before she would fall. "I don't think you can walk." He sounded a little annoyed now. He then picked her up, and carried her in his arms. His gaze then searched for Freya before giving her an apologetic look."H
The king was too lost staring at Dahlia's exposed thighs that he didn't realize when he finished the blood to the very last drop, but the blood tasted too good. The night was already promising.Dahlia watched him intently as he downed the whole cup, seemingly lost in the taste. He finally brought the cup away from his mouth, and his gaze focused on her."Now undress." He commanded her, his eyes told her that he was more than ready to pounce on her.She watched his every movement, trying to notice if there was any change in him, but he seemed like his usual arrogant self. Did it not work? Was he immune? She was doomed.Dahlia felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead and her palms as well. She rubbed them together as if it would help ease the nervousness she was feeling."Why don't you get up and let me undress you?" She asked instead, her gaze boring into his, and pinning him down. She was scared, but she tried to hide it. She didn't want her fear to get in the way of her plans. She
Dahlia and the general got to Durville in about forty minutes. They had no reason to slow down as they were both vampires. It was only when they got to a path that would either lead to his house or the castle that Lorenzo stopped. Dahlia stopped along with him."Is there a problem?" She asked."Should I take you to the castle... or you want to spend the night in my house?""Easy choice there. Your house. There is no need to disturb those at the castle as it is the middle of the night and they are already sleeping." She then turned to him and winked.He lowered his head, but his gaze was on her, then he gave her a boyish grin. "If only you know how you look right now." He then tried to wipe her face which was stained with dried tears with his palm."Oh." She then tried to wipe it by herself, but he caught her hand."Allow me." He said, and she dropped her hand. He then used his thumb when he saw that the palm wasn't really doing anything. Finally he gave up and decided that she should
Dahlia woke up the next morning only to meet the side of the bed where Lorenzo was lying empty. She sat up and was surprised to see that she was already served breakfast on a small stool close to her bed. She smiled at his thoughtfulness. She wondered where he was, or had he gone to the castle already?That was when she looked and noticed the small note that was kept on the side of the stool. She picked it up to read. 'Left for the castle. Made you breakfast. I will be back early.'She smiled reading it, wondering when he left. She then heard footsteps outside the room, and she wondered if he had not left. She quickly stood up to check. When she came out of the room, she saw that it was indeed him."You are still here?""Uhm yeah. I was just about leaving. I didn't want to wake you up since you barely slept last night."She smiled at him. "Can I go with you to the castle? I want to meet the king and queen.""I would have loved to take you, but that would make me late.""I will be fa
The Duke's gaze darted from the king to the general, then to the queen and her guards, and his face paled."You can't disrespect my queen in our own castle, and certainly not in my presence. Kneel now to save your head. We will talk after that."Duke Malthus saw the look in his eyes, and he knew for sure that there was no way he would escape it. He would have to kneel to a human, an inferior being. The thought annoyed him.But having no choice, he hesitantly went to stand in front of Luciana. His gaze met her daring and unwavering one. He challenged her with his eyes, but he seemed to be losing terribly. In the next moment, he dropped to his knees.There was a look of surprise on his face. He didn't know the moment he knelt. It was as if he was pulled down by an invisible force. He then tried to get up, but it felt like his body was too heavy for him to carry. He looked up, and saw that her gaze was still on him.The king then came to stand by her side, and she looked towards his dire
Luciana had her head rested on Raziel's chest with her eyes closed, inhaling his scent which she had gotten familiar with. While Raziel held her waist, pulling her closer to himself. She was still sitting at the edge of the table and he in between her legs. They had gone at it three times, and he decided to give her a rest."Are you okay Lucy?" He asked as he brought one hand to smoothen her disheveled hair. Luciana who couldn't find her voice at the moment could only nod her head. She smiled at the question. He always made sure she was okay after every love making. He was so watchful and observant, not wanting to do anything that would hurt her the least.She never thought she was the type to have her heart melt at simple words and gestures. She had never been the type to crave for romance. Now she had it, and she would do anything to keep it.A gentle smile curved on her lips, and she opened her eyes. She felt her heart pounding, and she was aware that he could hear it, but she did