George listened within the darkened private club. Two older vampires comparing notes about what they knew about the situation and how much they had it wrong.“That happened after someone left a dead cat within her private suites for her to find when she arrived at the NARC’s new facility. Clearly, someone was out to kill her before they attacked the rest of the family. Someone murdered her personal lady’s maid, and they left her body in the sun. Whoever did it left a hungry dog in her private offices. I suspect they framed her for all of this because she wouldn’t die. Now, someone else has come forward to say what? The emperor’s private secretary worked with Princess Adriana’s bodyguard. They what? Suspected the two worked together to formulate a plan to release Princess Adriana from the dungeons.” He made his tone and inflection match the inflammatory nature of his gossip mongering. “Really. That is what they are saying? The emperor’s secretary helping the renegade
“I swear right now I need a tally board and a journal to keep all of this straight. How do you keep up with this all and how have you found time to process all this information because, clearly, you’ve been researching these rumours?” That George had to agree with this vampire. The first vampire appeared to have gone through all of these rumours with a fine-tooth comb and pieced everything together. That wasn’t a simple thing to do in George’s estimation. He’d been struggling with this for months himself. But now, as he listened, George could hear the same things he’d come to find over the last months. Two separate people coming to the same conclusions and one with more information than the other gave him hope Ana might be able to return to vampiric society at some point along with him. “I agree with you. It’s taken me weeks to piece this together, and it still doesn’t fully fit together. I suspect there’s more information that the rumours don’t address right now.”
Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five- Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais- 164 yrs old Franco sat on his throne, finally back to his old self and feeling better because he threw caution finally to the wind. Of course, he found it trying to listen to their whining and excuses. But the more the people on his list spoke, the longer the list became as they revealed other guilty parties. He really didn’t care anymore, beyond he didn’t want to deal with Tatiana’s mess. So it connected many of her people to the Blood Traitor’s Network. All he could see there being any way that she wasn’t aware of their affiliation or had any other leaning herself. If her mind returned, she would have to face his questioning herself. They found enough things within her rooms to point to her involvement and told of how easily Blood Traitors could enter and exit her suite. Even with Franco’s suspicions were wrong, they came and went too easily from her private spaces to be anything l
“I come bearing news. My dear.” Edith Wolversen entered the house with a big smile on her face and a bottle of blood infused wine and a bottle of wine. “I see. What is it that has you so happy?” Ana asked, delighted with seeing Edith so happy coming back from the latest council sitting. “For one, Magnus is gone for a while. As you know, they recalled him to the Vampiric court. Word came down through the Mage Ambassador and I shouldn’t know any of it. But the rumour mill is as strong as ever. Somehow the Mage Ambassador found out about, you’re fleeing the dungeon and going into hiding. He thought it important enough to have his mate slip me the message during a friendly visit. They’ve sent Magnus for some kind of medical treatment. Now we’re still waiting to hear something official from the Vampiric Empire.” Edith poured them both glasses of wine and handed Ana her glass and toasted. “I know it was disturbing to
George, thankfully, wasn’t just a sword for hire. He’d made a hobby out of various things. One of which was leatherwork. He’d been using it to make a little money and Alpha Wolversen assisted him in discreetly selling it. The local area had a thriving tourist trade and George could now spend hours making very simple things for this. He’d been slowly saving the money that wasn’t used for their upkeep. The money that came from selling a few of the things he’d taken from Ana’s suite in the palace he’d invested for her, and he’d not touched that money. Rather, he had and had invested most of it into land or stocks that he’d been told would stand the test of time. George actually went through a connection who used an oracle for this. The person readily took predictions from a few oracles, and they combed the predictions looking for clues which would point in the direction of where safe investing would be. Then they’d look at prevailing opinions and trend
“I don’t know George. Truly, I can’t read anything into this. Technically, the way I see it is, there is no guarantee for either of us. It’s full of questionable phrases. I have to make the call for our safety rather than going home to meet our death. Until I see anything that says that my father won’t uphold any of the current or future charges.” Adriana sat in bed looking at a slip of folded newsprint. George brought the article with him when he returned home. It hadn’t been easy to gain it without being observed. Tearing out articles from printed material members were granted to read was poor form and considered rude. But George knew there wasn’t much call for this newspaper now as it was weeks old before he’d been able to get this copy. There was very little chance that someone would come looking for it. “You’re willing to hold out for nothing less than amnesty.” George felt relieved that he didn’t need to argue this point with Ana. Though he’d
Franco Gervais sat in his throne room, dealing with the current matters at hand. Several vampires came forward and offered with news of the Blood Traitors Network. Others brought forth information to varying degrees on who had been involved in the poisoning of his Empress and her daughter. It felt like fated played its hand. Lolita had betrayed him and birthed another’s children. One of which betrayed her and killed her. Franco would happily give more credit to fate for Tatiana’s condition now. She’d been attacked by the Blood Traitor who fathered her child. That Blood Traitor died even as he tried to slit Tatiana’s throat and failed. Now Franco struggled to find his only true blood daughter. With Tatiana clinging to life with all expectations that was temporary now as she’d stopped taking blood and food. Dionysius, the innocent one in this, hadn’t stood a chance against the sister she’d idolized. Ordered by Ordered, Edger went to a reporter that hung around
“I can’t believe it. This is news everywhere. I have to take this to Ana. She has to see it right away. She’s waited so long for this to come to pass.” Edith entered the solarium, where she loved to work and maintained an office. Her mate, Allan, sat in a chair, reading through a report. He was the orator to her brains, and they represented the perfect power couple. Edith held several envelopes and waved an opened letter about excitedly as she spoke to her mate. “Are you sure it’s not a setup? Honestly, Edith looks at it. He sent a message directly to you for his daughter?” Allan had a point. Though she knew how the Emperor knew how to get the message to his daughter. She’d told him when she knew he didn’t want to harm her. Edith hadn’t told him where she was or how she knew. Only that someone helped his daughter stay well hidden. “It’s an invitation, love. Well, two invitations. There’s one for us and one for Ana and a life partne
Please Note: If you hate the idea of it never happened that way or a cliffhanger ending. Please don’t read past Chapter 153. Ragnar, you can’t do this. I know the timeline is altered and I understand it could have devastating consequences. But we can’t go around using magic to change things back the way they should have been. I’m sure things have changed like this before, and you didn’t do anything then.” “It’s out of my hands. The Dragon Council is sitting right now discussing this issue. I’ve got no say in it beyond my report. If they feel everything that’s happened must be changed, then that’s what will happen. It’s a last resort. But Maximus Lioness isn’t the vampire who should have that name. Something went wrong there, and that’s just one problem with the timeline, as you call it, is wrong. Adriana and George shouldn’t be in the positions they are in. All the things that happened to Adriana weren’t supposed to happen. Her mother shouldn’t be h
North American Ruling Council - Two Weeks Later Ana walked the halls again of the NARC Headquarters, doing her thing. The meetings did not differ from they’d been before. Her plans were falling into place. Her father was pleased and Caun finally could do his original job before easing into his position as a titled royal. The talk around the building didn’t stop with creatures awake at all hours of the day and night. From wild affairs to several battle royale, Ana was busy catching and keeping up with it all. She’d already been requested to assist with preventing a war from breaking out between the Nanaue, a Hawaiian shifter race of sharks, and the Merfolk, mermaids, and mermen. Fun times for all, as there are more than enough sharp teeth and injured pride to go around. This wouldn’t be a simple mediation, and Ana craved the challenge. The Dragon Ambassador did something. Ana suspected magic, because when she retur
Four Days Later - Meeting About the Future Ana woke that evening to find Caun wasn’t beside her, which was odd. When she found him, which took some effort, he was in Tatiana’s night garden exploring it with several of their guards. She had to ask several people to track him down. “Caun, what’s the matter? Why are you here?” “Oh, good evening, love. I was speaking to your father and the attacks on Tatiana came up in our conversation. You were still asleep, and I didn’t want to interrupt you. While we were talking, your father said that no one could tell me how her attackers from the first incident entered here. Since we have several excellent investigators as our guards, I thought we’d take a look around to see if we could find something that could explain how, if not, who did this.”“Oh, good grief I can understand my father not asking me how she pulled this foolishness off, but Caun I’m surprised you didn’t ask me.” That had Caun
Caun stood in line with the last of the guests filing through past him. He’d lost count of the hundreds of hands he shook. There were guards everywhere, and it made him uncomfortable, be he as George, who he still identified as, belonged with them. He kept his eye on his mate and marvelled at how she pretended not to be bored and uncomfortable with the many comments on her unique dress. The side-eye glances and the judgemental glares. It would be a difficult and busy evening. Caun hoped things would get better from here on out. That they’d be busy enough that she wouldn’t be able to brood or her the courtier’s opinion on anything.“So far, so well, this evening. Let’s see how far we can go with no scenes with any of the superficial fools who think they are powerful people.” He whispered this into Ana’s ear. It was a joke, because no matter what he said to Ana, she wouldn’t believe him. She now was a secretly powerful person. “We’ll see the night is sadly still young
Evening of the Celebration of the Life Partner Pairing Adriana thought it was crazy to see the clothing laid out for Caun and her. She’d never seen Caun every in such regalia and her own unique sense of fashion so intricately woven into the more traditional garb of a formal event. Instead of a full-length gown with sashes, ruffles, and silk flowers enveloping it. Ana wore a full dress with a closed slit up the front of the gown. Beneath it, she wore a pair of trousers and boots. Her bodice was a beauty with false draping that allowed her to wear a short, cropped jacket that Matched Caun’s jacket only it was far shorter. It was feminine, but allowed her to show her rank as the Vampiric Ambassador and a soldier within her father’s military. Which pleased her greatly because it meant her skills weren’t a dirty secret or an embarrassment to her father. Ana’s lady’s maid didn’t have a comment or criticism about anything she assisted Ana
Ana could see the sigh of relief at her words in the way her father relaxed and Eva, too. As if even this setting didn’t quite keep her father’s anxiety at bay and Eva somehow shared in it. Could she really be supporting this?Ana couldn’t see how this would be in her best interest to let this happen. If she even pretended to go along with it and encourage it, then Ana could, too. “I am relieved to hear you say this. Eva has been pressuring me to get this done before we celebrate anything because she doesn’t want there to be any miscommunication between us. I admit I agree with her. There’s been too many things keeping me from being fully in your life and now with most of that gone, I hope you will accept my attempts at rectifying that.” Her father stood up at saying this. “Come here. There’s one thing I’ve missed since you could talk.” Ana frowned because she wasn’t sure what he was speaking about and took a step back.
Ana couldn’t help it. When they entered the private well-lit moon garden of the Vampiric Emperor, she had to marvel at the artistry of it’s many curated garden paths. It was like a maze laid out before her and put Tatiana’s garden to shame. Here her father could find a little quiet solitude away from the prying eyes of his courtiers and guards alike and he guarded that privacy as if it were more precious than gold itself. She held onto Caun’s arm as they entered the space and stepped down toward the pathway Edger used to lead them to her father. The gravel that made up the surface of the path crunched softly under their feet as they followed. The sounds of night birds in the trees floated down to them as a few random lightning bugs flitted between the trees, and the space looked like someone had infused it with a sweet healing magic that was full of warmth and gentleness.“I have to say I like your father’s choice of private spaces. Between this and
Edger did return after they’d relaxed a little and changed. Ana still couldn’t help it. When she discovered the clothing, her father had commissioned for her, she’d stopped dead in her tracks in disbelief. Her new lady’s maid gave her a note written in her father’s handwriting which spoke volumes that he’d not dictated it to someone. He’d taken the time to write to her. Ana knew that wasn’t a normal relationship between child and parent, but they weren’t exactly normal people. [Adriana love, this note is to ensure you understand that situations of safety and security forced my hand to do and say things I never wanted to say to my daughter. You aren’t hidden or an embarrassment to me. I am relieved to have proven you are my daughter. Your mother tied my hands when it came to raising you, but I kept eyes on you at all times. Your life partner and you will find I’ve arranged for clothing for you in the tastes you are comfortable in, with a touch of nob
Ana entered the suite first, followed by Caun and finally Edger. A smartly dressed couple stood there waiting for them. They weren’t in the royal livery, though they clearly wore a livery. It wasn’t unusual in the days before Adriana’s birth for other leaders to have their servants in their own livery. There were a few these days, but many were no longer used since the houses no longer existed. “The Emperor took it upon himself to outfit your servants in your personal livery. This is Jacque and Rachel. They will ace as your personal maid and valet.”Ana nodded at them in recognition. These were people her father hired for them, and that was fine. They knew enough not to say anything suspicious in front of them. The pair curtseyed and Ana dismissed them. “We’ll speak later. I’m sure you have plenty to keep you busy. Are my weapons going to be a problem for her Edger?”“No, Princess, she has received training to look after, maintain, and store your weapons appropriately should the need