65 - JEREMIAH

JEREMIAH

I walk through my mother's chambers and out onto the balcony where I knew she would be sitting having her dinner; she doesn’t even turn as she says,

“Come join me for a glass…”

“No, thank you, mother…”

Even though I didn’t drink from Emma this morning, I am fine for a few nights. I just like the taste and the feel of her skin under my lips and around my fangs. Before she can say anything, I say,

“I just heard from Princess Amelia.”

That got her interest and took her focus off of me. I never told her about the poison or what happened after I returned. She sat up straighter and asked,

“Really? What did she say?”

I smile. “She said that she is having twins, a male and a female.”

“Wow, one each… She, of course, can pick which one she wants to keep and we will take the other…”

“What?”

“Come on, Jeremiah you have made it clear that you have no intention to pick a Queen out of the candidates that I present to you and we still need an heir once you take the throne… So with