Emaline found herself lying on the bed, perplexed as to how she had arrived there. She had spent the entire day basking in the glory of the sunset, and yet the memory of how she had transitioned from the balcony to the bed eluded her. Drinking blood was the foremost task on the agenda for any fledgling vampire, yet the current situation was not at all what had been anticipated. Alaric's lips and tongue were fervently exploring her navel, while his hands wandered across every inch of her form. Emaline's body contorted as she arched her back, desperately gasping for air. Night had already fallen, yet hunger failed to stir within them. Their minds were consumed by a more primal urge, one that took precedence over all else. Lust was the first order of business, and nothing else could distract them from its insistent call. As Emaline struggled to regain her breath, Alaric's gentle caresses soothed her body. “Alaric! Oh, my goodness!” Emaline let out a low moan as she tightly grasped a
"It appears that you are in a favourable disposition, my liege," spoke the courtier. Alaric gazed at Horacio as he uttered his words. His faithful friend beamed at him, causing him to roll his eyes in response. "And so," he asked, "what precisely is your point?" Alaric aid, noticing the anger in his king's voice as he was addressed. Horacio furrowed his brow and absently scratched his head. He had been standing before Alaric in the grand office for what felt like an eternity, yet the king remained aloof and unresponsive. As Horacio managed to capture the attention of his king, Alaric's piercing gaze bore down upon him. Horacio instinctively raised his hands in surrender, despite his innocence. "Pardon my impoliteness, Your Majesty, but I am absolutely thrilled for you and the Queen. Please do not harbour any anger towards me," he pleaded with a tremble in his voice. "The entire palace is aware of your completion of the beloved process with the Queen," Horacio stated. Upon hearing
Emaline's heart raced as she anxiously awaited an update from Dr. Bismonte on the condition of the child she and Alaric had rescued. "I do think this problem is worse," she said, her voice laced with concern. They do a head count to see if there are any more survivors like the small girl they rescued, but it turns out she is the only one. The children who died due to failed experiments have been buried, and Horacio is assigned by Alaric to oversee the burial of the children. The unfortunate children were peacefully embarking on their journey to the afterlife. With a heavy sigh, Alaric gazed intently at his beloved. "Love," implored the man, "will you not believe that your parents are involved in this? Emaline swiftly recoiled her head and fixed a piercing gaze upon Alaric. She hesitated to broach the subject. The woman was a skeptic, unwilling to accept anything without concrete evidence. She firmly believed that seeing was believing and would not be swayed by mere words or hearsa
"I can't believe this is happening to me. They had been my parents for twenty years. Now," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest, "I will know that they are not my parents?" Emaline's countenance fell as she kicked the wall outside the infirmary. Alaric let his beloved alone. Emaline found solace in this matter, as it allowed her to release her pent-up frustration. One of Susan's telltale signs in recognizing Ophelia lies in a peculiar marking on her groin, known only to herself, Alaric, and the parents who have been identified. If Susan's statement is false, how is it that knowledge of that matter has come to light? Alaric's attempts to manipulate her into despising her own parents were futile, for that was not the image she held of the man in her mind. "Do not doubt me, my love," he said with a confident tone. "The mere suspicion that I could be involved in such a matter causes me great pain. The truth is all that I desire, for your own benefit. In the name of my late pa
“This is delicious! Thank you for feeding me.” Emaline's lips curled upward into a smile as she caught sight of her elder sister, who appeared to have recently concluded her meal. Joanne, the personal maid, keeps a watchful eye on it. Deliberately, she and Alaric had appointed the young lady's attendant, ensuring that the girl would not be frightened. Her sister was smiling as if there were no problems or trauma. The elder sister's hand still bore traces of dextrose, while a bandage was wrapped around her neck and a bandage was affixed to various other parts of her body. Emaline stood at the forefront, the door ajar before her. Alaric's absence was not due to negligence or lack of interest but rather to his pressing engagement with a matter of great significance. Emaline rapped her knuckles against the door, hoping to capture their attention. As soon as the girl caught sight of her, her face lit up with joy. The girl was on the verge of leaping out of her seat, but Joanne interven
Alaric was standing next to Emaline and her sister. They ventured into the dense forest, where her counterfeit guardians eagerly awaited their arrival. Horacio stood watch alongside several guards, their duty being to protect and safeguard the king and queen and the perimeter of the palace. The chill of the night had seeped into Emaline's fingers, leaving them frigid and numb. It is likely that she is aware of the fact that the individuals whom she refers to as her parents are not her biological progenitors.Perhaps their strategy had shifted, prompting them to seek Emaline's counsel. "My love, the responsibility of your actions lies solely in your hands. I shall offer my support," Alaric stated as he strolled alongside him and Donica Joy. Emaline sensed their presence, even though they remained distant. Alaric firmly gripped her hands. She had a plethora of inquiries for them, ranging from the reason behind their treatment of her as if she were their own offspring to the rational
"My liege, we must make ready for battle." Horacio spoke to Alaric from his seat on the throne: "You are well aware of the rebels' cunning nature." Atop her throne, Emaline too was perched. After the intense confrontation, they proceeded to carry out a modest coronation ceremony for Emaline, officially recognizing her as the rightful heir to the throne. Alaric made his announcement with a regal air, signaling the arrival of the Queen and the unwavering resolve of the vampire race in the face of the rebels' threats. It was discovered that the vampires who had aligned themselves with the rebels had been utilized as test subjects for the rebels' weaponry. One of those was employed when daring to converse with Emaline. "They are already prepared, Horacio. You seem to be the only one who doesn't," Alaric remarked to his faithful companion, whom he still regarded with disdain. With a heavy heart, Horacio let out a deep sigh and cast a glance towards his colleagues, who responded with no
Emaline spoke with a gentle tone as she turned to Alaric, "Undoubtedly, I shall miss this world, despite the trials and tribulations that I have endured during my time here." The two stayed side by side, gazing at the full moon as it illuminated the city below from their vantage point on the cliff. They spent the entire day exploring the sights to their fullest potential. Concealing their faces, they move amongst the populace with the guise of ordinary mortals. Emaline's heart raced with anticipation as she stepped out into the cool evening air. This was no ordinary outing, for she was not alone. Alaric, the object of her affections, was by her side, and she could feel the weight of his gaze upon her. It was a date, and she was determined to make the most of it. In the vampire realm, time was an infinite resource, and for Emaline, this particular encounter held a singular significance. Despite her prior blindness, she had spent her formative years in this human world, rendering thi