Chapter 6

By Destiny Godfrey 🩸

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He tried to murder me! 

The thought of it alone was as scary as seeing it happen. 

"Amaya! You look like someone who just saw a ghost" Kyra said as I walked in to the Daughters' quarter.

They were having dinner in the big dinning table.

I took a sit beside her and asked in a harsh whisper

"You didn't tell me the Prince is a vampire" 

Her eyes widened.

She stared at me as if trying to read my mind.

"How did you know?" She asked, still in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

She shook her head "I wasn't aware of it. Not until you tell me." 

I frowned and bit my lower lip. I shouldn't have told her.

"What happened?" Kyra asked inquisitively.

"Why not read my mind and tell me!" I scoffed.

"It doesn't work like that"

"Well, the Prince tried to kill me"

She flinched.

"Kill you? Why?" Her voice was loud that even the King might have heard her from his chambers.

Everyone turned to us "Who tried to kill who?" Asked a girl whose name is Latifah, she's known to possess a certain strange power by making herself appear in form of someone's else. I dreaded such power.

Just when I was about saying something, The Alec walked in, his skin was as bright as his spotless white tunic. I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green eyes, features fine as a girl’s. 

He came to the Table where I sat, where we all sat.

"Amaya!" Hearing him call my name  sounded strange. He was like a god.

"Yes, my Prince!" I muttered without looking up at him.

Everyone was silent and anxious. I was scared to death.

"I overheard your conversation with your friend" a pause.

"In this Kingdom, no one dare accuses a Prince or any member of the royal family. It is a great offense and the defaulter suffers a capital penalty."

My heart pounded against my chest, trying to break free"

Rory was behind him and he was giving me a sign, which I don't understand.

"You bring down my honour by telling everyone that I tried to murder you!"

"But..." I started.

"No one dare responds to a Prince" he scolded.

I shut my mouth and bend my head low.

"Your punishment would've been death, but for the fact that you are new and don't know much of the customs of the land, Your penalty is therefore reduced to a house arrest in my room. During this period, you're not allowed to communicate with anyone, whosoever. Your freedom of movement is limited only in my room. You are bound to be a slave for me."

My jaw dropped. I can see the surprise faces of everyone as they glanced at one another.

I looked at Rory and saw the fear in his eyes.

"My Prince," he said. "I suggest you punish her another way."

"You dare not tell me what to do" barked the Prince.

"I'm sorry my Prince" Rory mumbled, embarrassed.

Alec turned to me. "Your punishment starts now!" 

The guards took me forcefully to his room. They threw me inside and left immediately.

Alec walked in and bolted the door behind him.

I was seated on the floor, breathing heavily.

"Please don't hurt me?" I pleaded in tears.

He pulled off his tunic and dropped it on the bed beside him. 

"I won't hurt you. I've never hurt anyone." He said grimly.

He squatted before me and stretched out his palm. "Feel it" he said.

Fearfully, I placed my palm on his and felt the warmth there.

He pulled it off "My palm is warm. In Greek, A warm palm means harmlessness. While a cold palm means murder"

I swallowed hard.

"I was really pissed that you had to tell everyone that I tried murdering you" his voice was like a sweet breeze, it was a melody to the ears even though the tone he used was grave.

"Do you really believe that?"

I said nothing.

"Do you believe that I, Prince Alec will try to kill you!"

"I wouldn't have believed if I didn't witnessed it" I said.

His face tightened a little. "I wasn't trying to harm you. I was trying to show you who I actually am." He sounded hurt.

"I'm sorry" I muttered.

"I've forgiven you long ago" he said.

I waited for a while, then asked

"Why then, the punishment?"

He didn't reply till it was night and I lay in  a raffia mat on the floor and he lay in a king sized bed. He spoke into the darkness. "I brought you here to save you and to save me." He said.

In reply, I snored loudly.

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When I woke up, he was standing by the window, looking at the rising sun.

He was shirtless and I took my time to admire the curves of his back. The protruding spine bones, the taut muscles.

"Good morning to you!" He said without looking back.

I flinched.

"Good morning, my Prince!"

"Call me Alec, or more preferably, call me Kyle" he said.

"Kyle?" 

He turned to me now "Yeah. Kyle. It was the name my mother gave me and she's the only one who called me that." 

"Why then did yoh want me to call you that."

"Because, After my Mum, you are the closest woman to me."

Something fluttered in my stomach

"Where is your mum?" I asked.

"In the sky. She's the goddess of thunder" 

"Oh" I said.

"I'll be leaving now to teach the Daughters. You must remain here." 

"I want to come with you!" I said.

He shook his head "No"

I sighed and said nothing.

He left.

I sat alone in his mighty room. I busied myself ransacking through his room, searching for anything that might interest me.

I found nothing.

Outside, I heard the sound of a Trumpet, urging everyone for meeting.

It took almost an hour before Alec...Kyle, rushed to the room almost breathless.

"Amaya!!" He shouted 

"I'm right here my Prince." I jumped down from the bed where I was taking a nap.

"Amaya, are you a virgin?" He asked urgently.

"Yes. Why?" 

"Oh shit!" He grunted. "We'll have to get someone to deflower you right now!"

My eyes bulged. "Why?"

"Because there's a new development. The gods are angry. They need sacrifice. They need the blood of a Virgin."

"So how're you sure, I'm going to be the pick?" I ventured.

"There are hardly any virgin left in this palace. Look Amaya, this is no time for question, we need to save your life. Let me get you a guard."

"Why not do it yourself?" I asked.

He stared at me for a while, his brow furrowed.

"I'm a vampire. I can't stand seeing blood. I'll hurt you" he said, then he left.

The next minute, a guard came in, young and brave.

He pinned me to the bed, dragged off my clothe and deflowered me.

No kisses. No romance. Just quickie.

When he was done, he stood and left immediately.

Kyle came in later. His face was grim.

"I hope he didn't hurt you much?" He asked painfully.

I shook my head.

He said nothing again. He left afterwards and came in with his mouth stained with blood.

"I killed him" he said. "I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear seeing him alive after tasting you." He said bitterly.

My eyes widened.

I thought of the guard, young and strong. He's innocent. Kyle shouldn't have killed him. He was the one who sent the guard to me.

"You told me you've never harm someone before" I muttered, almost to myself.

He buried his face in his palms. "Not until today" he sobbed.