Upon reaching the castle, he dragged her inside on her half-dead legs. She kept tripping and he kept dragging her to god knows where. The maid and servant passing by gave no reaction other than bowing to Ragnar.The back of her eyes burned.He was most of the time gentle with her but right now he was anything but gentle. His grip on her wrist was painfully lethal.She immediately recognized where he was taking her. To the main hall where he showed his true self to her, where she saw him for the first time after two years.The main gates were already opened and the moment he dragged her inside, her heart dropped upon witnessing all the higher-ups of his kingdom sitting on their respective chairs on either side in a perfect lane. Among them were Fiona, Mason, and the old man named Asher.Sasha's eyes traveled to Jasper who was kneeling down in the middle of the hall. For some reason, her heart was painfully constricted upon seeing him like this. A king like him was being peered upon lik
"Bring the divorce papers," Ragnar ordered one of his men and both Jasper and Sasha's eyes widened. Divorce papers? He was getting them divorced. It was not like they were in any kind of real relationship other than the label that was stamped on their foreheads.They were here to celebrate their wedding ceremony and now they were getting divorced instead of the ceremony. Fucked up change of events. It didn't bother both of them but what the future beholds after this had them, especially her. They forcefully made Jasper sign the papers.Though this all shit wasn't necessary near Ragnar, he wasn't really amused by all the scene going on before his eyes so he diverted his attention to her. He kept rubbing the side of her waist while quietly staring at her.He was doing this divorce shit just so she wouldn't faint after knowing what he was about to do. In fact, she would faint but the impact might be less when he would lash that peasant away from her beautiful life.His left-hand fingers
"Won't you ask why I'm here?" She asked.RAGNAR POV ENDS."Isn't necessary." His 'not so interested' tone irritated her a little since it was written all over her face. She walked up to his side and sensually caressed his arm, it didn't set him on fire just like Sasha's mere gaze could."Makaria is planning to meet the king of Walton's kingdom. Your lover's father." Her words suddenly gained his full attention. Ragnar paused and slowly turned his gaze towards her. Turning his chair in her direction, he leaned back against it and joined the tips of his fingers together."And?" He asked and she smirked, proud that she got his attention."And she will ask for a truce so they can go against you." "And...is she going by herself?" "No, I will go." Just as these words left her lips, she was flipped on the table as a tight grip on her neck held her down and choked the living daylights out of her. Her eyes were almost bulking out when Ragnar came in front of her sight."Well then let me kil
Despite her telling him to stay away from her, he couldn't help but stalk her around the castle like a creep he was but only when it came to her. He watched how she finally mingled up with her people, watched how she was slowly opening up with them, her posture that was stiff the very first day was now in a relaxed stance.She would sometimes notice him and would pass him a glare.He also approached her once, asking if he should be expecting any gift from her side and she used the cocky line he used on her. "You are getting me? Isn't it enough?" As if that stuffed some knowledge in his mind, he stopped asking, maybe he approached her with whatever came to his mind just because he wanted to talk to her and ended up spilling out a stupid question. Her whole existence was a present for him. He was changing himself a little because she was accepting him a little. Even she could notice a little change in him. He was never the one to stalk her from afar, he always faced her head-on. Face
Each time she ran away from him, when she couldn't run anymore, even crawling away from him was enough for her to know that she was not yet willing to surrender. She preferred death over surrendering to the monster but each time he caught her, snatched her away from death and chained her in his invisible shackles.Until she finally surrendered so that the chaos in her life would subside and she would finally get her peace back.Although peace was impossible as long as he was around her, maybe a little acceptance would ease the disastrous thoughts that wrecked her within.His dark gray orbs never once left her veiled face that hid the beauty which resembled the golden hour. His cold hands delicately held onto her warm ones that were gradually turning cold as well as both of them faced each other. One was shamelessly gawking and the other one found the floor quite interesting when the priest started. Before the priest could even finish his lines Ragnar was already saying 'I do' like a
"Tense down, I'm definitely not here to eat you up."His tone was dripping with naked lies.Instead of tensing down, she tensed up even more. He was hovering over her from behind, loosely holding onto the backstrings of her dress."Ev-Everyone must be waiting d-down stairs, w-we should leave." She stuttered. "We're leaving and what's the hurry?..." He trailed off. "I haven't even tied this up." He abruptly pulled the strings of her dress, not too hard to suffocate her, no actually too hard to suffocate her. She gasped. "I can't breathe, loosen it." She breathed, holding onto her pressed chest. "Oh, you could've said you wanted me to loosen this dress and let it fall to your feet so I could bruise your back with my lips and maybe fuck your cu-" "Jesus Christ." She managed to cut him off before his words could get even more vile and make her ears bleed. However the tension rising between her legs didn't go unnoticed by her. Her cheeks were heated as she slammed her hand back at his c
The back of the castle, where the celebration was held in the garden. The garden was bustling with people and was decorated in one of the best ways. The same garden that looked dead, the same garden where her granny almost lost her life.Attention came to her faster than her bad luck when she stepped into the garden with Ragnar. She was used to attention but wasn't used to the attention she was getting from these immortals that gawked at her like she was another worldly which she was but they actually had respect in their eyes for her as well, not all of them but most of them.Ragnar introduced her to some of his higher-ups and Sasha just stiffly stood beside him, passing them a very forced and awkward smile that could curve on her lips.She was getting used to the people of this kingdom such as the maids and servants but the higher-ups, nah, she needed a whole decade to be comfortable around them.Was she really going to stay here forever? Well, now she was married to the KING of imm
"Going somewhere?" Sasha instantly froze beside Makaria. Her gaze fleeted between the siblings who were having a staring contest. One was a mountain hidden in heavy snow and the other one was a warm water flowing in the lake.His gaze snapped back at her and Sasha visibly stiffened. "A wife does not befriend her husband's enemy," Ragnar said as slowly as possible as if giving her time to learn each and every word of his.Sasha didn't like how commanding he sounded. He always had this tone but this time she felt different. "But she is your sister.""She is my enemy." His voice held a sharp edge to it. Makaria lowered her gaze with a soft smile on her face. Rayla stood besides Makaria with her arms folded over her chest, staring at the scene with an unamused stare. Ragnar extended his hand toward Sasha, gesturing for her to come over to him. With a little swallow, Sasha put her hand over his and walked to his side. All the guards quickly became extra active, ready to attack but the two
*A year later*The month of November.THE VALLEY OF GONDEN One of the most beautiful valleys existing within the mountains of the Gonden. The half frozen waterfall had a calm sound to it, the sun rays casting on that waterfall giving it a shimmery look, one so sightful that it was hard to look away from it.Within the valley, a clan of a strong bloodline was colonized.The sky had a soft glow to it that casted on the valley from above the mountains that had a little snow decorated on them. The valley of Gonden wasn't a land of heavy winter, it sure snowed here but not much as compared to other places. The clan was roaring with humanity. The kids were running around, chasing each other. A shepherd leading his flock nearby the valley within the tall grass that swayed with the wind.The clan market was bustling with people and within that market was a famous tea house filled with people. In the corner of that tea house sat a couple.Ragnar and Sasha.Though among commoners they still lo
Her drenched figure bounced on the king-sized bed as a gasp escaped her lips. Before Sasha could catch her bearings he was already on top of her, devouring her neck with rough, open-mouthed kisses."Ahhh," She moaned, her hands shot up to his shoulders. Trying to pull away but he didn't even budge, instead he tightened his grip on her waist. If she knew he would get jealous like this she wouldn't have asked the guard to practice with her but then again it was her fault because she forgot how possessive he could be."Ahhh, calm down," She breathed, her chest heaving up and down as he continued to brutally devour her neck. His wet silver strands stuck to his back as water dripped down his chin and clothes. He was really going to make a mess out of her and she knew there was no way back.Ironically, she wanted that to happen. How badly she had gotten used to him.He grabbed her neck and looked down at her, a fury of jealousy dancing in his eyes as he growled against her face. "Calm down?
*A week later* "Drink." Ragnar commanded rather sternly as he put the glass filled with blood in front of Sasha on the breakfast table. For the past week she had been sick because of the turning process and was now finally out of bed. Though she was craving blood but her mind still hadn't processed that she was a vampire and needed to drink this nasty shit to go on."Ewww!" Sasha made a puking face making Ragnar narrow his eyes on her rather comically."I've never seen such a vampire like you." He said almost sounding disappointed and she glared at him. "Well now you see." She said, sounding exactly like him. They were picking each other's traits. Ragnar blinked several times with a constant narrow gaze, telling her he wasn't playing around. "Drink or you will fall sick again." He said and her eyes widened. "Vampires get sick too?" Sasha said and he sighed. "You just did, silly." He said. "It's like raising a child." He whispered under his breath and she heard him. She glared at him
"Can you give me a favor?" Sasha asked.Sasha placed a bouquet of roses on the grave with the tombstone having the name Rayla carved on it with gold. Once she placed the bouquet, she straightened up and stepped back, staring at the two graves of Rayla and Leona. Ragnar buried them in the royal graveyard of the Kastron Kingdom. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and joined her hands together, praying for their peace in the afterlife as Fiona who was standing beside her did the same.Once they were done, they finally let their hands fall to their side as they quietly gazed at the two graves now having flower bouquets placed on them by Sasha."Why did you want to come here?" Fiona asked, the wind blew past them making their hair twirl around it. "You seem to look quite interested in the shattered stone as well." Fiona said what she noticed about Sasha yesterday. Sasha smiled softly, gazing down at the graves with a hint of sadness in her eyes."I had a dream of them." Sash
A week later*In the dining hall during lunchtime."Here, eat more," Ragnar said, putting five more chicken wings on Sasha's plate. Her eyes widened. She was already struggling to finish the previous wings he had put on her plate. "Mm, no way." She said, putting the cleaned bone on the plate and sliding the plate away. With his fingertips, Ragnar slid the plate back in front of her. "You haven't eaten much. You need to increase your appetite." "My appetite is enough for someone like me," Sasha replied, sliding the plate away."And someone like you is too weak for your own good," Ragnar said, sliding the plate back in front of her as he gulped down some blood that was resting in his glass."That barely made sense," Sasha said and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief."It did to me," Ragnar said and Sasha sighed. He was always up for an argument. For the past few days, they had gotten closer and Sasha never thought there would be a time that she would enjoy being with him instead of fe
Sasha gripped the bedsheet for her dear life. Even the strong headboard of the bed was hitting the wall violently because of his brutal thrust. She felt completely overstimulated and overwhelmed while being under him like that as he took her like a beast in heat. "Ahh sl-slower," She could barely manage to let a few words out. "Huh? Faster?" He asked, a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome features as he went even faster making her eyes widen. She was a moaning and trembling mess. All she could do was lay under him and take it till it was over.At this point it wasn't even painful, it was just too much pleasure for her to handle. She felt like she would go unconscious. "Ahhh," She cried out in pleasure, his grip tightening on her waist as he went harder. Her legs that were on his shoulder, powerlessly fell down between the curve of his arms.Sasha gripped the bedsheet even tighter, her body was completely wrecked under his control. He was claiming her to his heart's content. He
"You know what? Fuck everything and bon appetit." He kissed her chest making her gasp.Sasha put her trembling hands on his shoulders when he began to pull the string of her dress with his teeth. His hands went inside her gown and squeezed her soft thighs. He'd be exploring her body before she could. She might have a lot of scars from the last battle and she doesn't even know how hideous they might look.He pulled the gown up till her stomach, exposing her bare legs and undergarment to his hungry eyes. He squeezed her thighs while his teeth continued to pull the strings of her gown."Hmm you have weakened." He said while massaging her thighs. Of course, she had. She was asleep for a year with no proper meal or exercise. "No worries, I know how to fatten you up." He mused and began to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck making her whimper and moan. "The smell of your blood is delicious." He growled, licking the area where her pulse was beating. He wanted to suck her blood but restra
"Your husband, Ragnar. He is back."Her fast footsteps echoed in the corridor, the maids immediately made way for their queen as she sprinted past them while holding onto her floral sleeping gown that she hadn't changed from. The drums got louder the more she got nearer to the main terrace of the castle. Her steady heartbeat now thumping abnormally in her chest.The anticipation was gnawing at her flesh.Sasha opened the door of the main terrace from where she could have a clear look of him entering. Her hands grabbing the railing and body moving forward as she stared at his caravan.Her eyes shone even brighter when the sun rays struck them. Before her was her Ragnar, he sat proudly on his stallion. His silver locks which he had cut short were now back to their longer length, they swayed in the air giving his overwhelmingly handsome presence some extra points. He was walking towards the main door of the castle and right above that main door was the main terrace where Sasha stood.He
PRESENT AUTHOR POVThe birds danced around the Kastron castle, chirping in delight. The fresh sun rays cast a beautiful glow on the darkness of the castle, some of the rays seeping through the curtains that shadowed the within of the castle.The wind played around, caressing the curtains and making them flutter. Within that peace of the castle, laid Sasha on her King-sized bed. The pillow beneath her head drenched as tears streamed down her temples. She looked like she was having a bad dream but the tears soon stopped streaming when her eyes slowly opened, taking the first thing in her sight that was the Royal ceiling.Her gaze danced around the room and she realized that she was in their room. Her and Ragnar's room but the latter was nowhere to be seen. "Agh," with a groan spilling out of her lips, she slowly sat up on the bed, her gaze still dancing around the room. It seemed to her that she hadn't been here for so long. Sasha looked down at her drenched pillow and then back at h