Isabella stripped and wrapped her body in a robe. She came out and meet his piercing gaze, she tried to avoid eye contact. She sat on the edge of the bed and she slightly let the robe fall down her shoulders revealing her back. The few minutes it took for him to react felt like hours, she had never felt so self-conscious. She sat still for a while until his fingers traced along her back, she shuddered and a slight gasp escaped her lips. “You are not supposed to do that”, he said in an almost inaudible whisper. “You were not supposed to touch me either remember”, she said fiercely but it was hardly fierce, his touch always made her weak and lose control of her abilities. He ignored her and continued his careful examination of her back with his fingers. His fingers trailed along the length of her back, in a soft soothing caress. He seemed to linger for a while but it could only be her imagination. She felt herself flush every time his fingers came in contact with her skin. “You have
Isabella stormed into the kitchen, Marie turned to look at her as she walked in, “Are you okay little one?”. She nodded, “I’m fine. Yes, just fine, nothing is wrong". Marie pulled two chairs and sat on one gesturing for her to sit on the other, “Now you have me worried. What happened Isabella?”. "Nothing Marie, nothing that concerns me..." "Well if it didn't concern you, you wouldn't be fuming and wearing that long face", Marie cut her short, "So it definitely can't be nothing". She pulled Isabella closer to her, "Whatever is the problem Isabella please let me know..." “I don’t know”, she fumed, “It’s Alessandro, saw him in there with that lady...”. “Gwendoline?", Marie questioned“Yes, that one”, She answered. Marie smiled a knowing smile, “And that makes you angry? I’m not experienced with these things but isn’t that supposed to only happen when you like the person?”. Isabella’s eyes bulged, “No that’s preposterous!. Not happening! impossible!”. Marie laughed this time, “Th
Alessandro had broken his episode with Gwen abruptly. After Isabella had shown up, he sent her off, he couldn’t continue. Gwendoline had been bitchy about it, he however did not pay attention to her. Luckily for him, his father had sent for him that moment and he had a good enough reason to escape her grasp. The meeting with his father had gone better than he expected, brief and straight to the point, the bloodline kings had taken the issue at hand seriously. The weight of the problem was not on him only, he would be getting help from other vampire princes... Meanwhile, he needed to check on Isabella, he walked into the training room and the sight before him caused him to see red. Isabella was in the grasp of a guard struggling to break free. She seemed desperate to break free, she was however no match for his vampire strength.The vampire's hand encircled her waist and his fingers were interlocked, she strained against him. The guard seemed pretty aroused with her constant writhing
Louis sat deep in thought, Shadow conversed with a few men before they finally left. He had a lot on his mind, more than anything he wanted his sister with him. He wanted Alessandro dead. He was not ignorant of what kind of danger they were up against, he had heard the tales, and he had witnessed his terror first-hand. Shadow drew his seat closer to him, “I see you have a lot on your mind". “The issue at hand is pertinent and needs careful consideration”, Louis answered him. “All will go as planned”. “You seem very confident for one who has lost men to Alessandro”. Louis replied, "He will single-handedly wipe us off the surface of the earth" “The sorceress on our side will guarantee our victory", Deathly shadow assured, “If there’s one thing I’m sure of is that a vampire is no match for a sorceress, especially one skilled in camouflage”. “You speak so highly of this sorceress. I’m yet to meet her", Louis replied. “Oh, you have my dear. She is executing the first phase of our pla
Isabella helped wiped the plates, as Marie washed them. She concentrated on her task, deep in thought. “What’s wrong Isabella?”, Marie asked “Huh?”. Marie sighed, “I know I’m usually talkative, but you’re unusually quiet. Talk to me Bella, what’s the matter?”. Isabella contemplated sharing her problems with Marie, she was the closest to a friend she had here. She was more than a friend even, a mother to her... “You can think about it throughout the night and tomorrow and never get anything solved or you can actually talk to me about it and maybe I could give you a little motherly advice", Marie said. “It is about Alessandro...”. Marie laughed, “Oh it’s a boy issue. I know how to handle a few of those”. “No...no, Aunt Marie, it is not what you think...”. “Then what is it?”, Marie cut in, “I mean I know he is cute and all and anyone will be head over heels for him. If it isn't a boy issue then what’s happening?”. “It is not like that, a lot has happened in my life", Isabella st
Isabella made her way back to Alessandro’s chambers, Aunt Marie had been her usual bubbly self and had brightened her morning. Not to leave out the delicious breakfast she had just had. Aunt Marie was a very skillful chef and it was always a delight to eat her meals. When she had asked her what her secret ingredient was, she had replied it was the love and joy she had in her heart for everyone. She slowly pushed open the door forgetting to knock, she mentally cursed herself, and her heart swelled in relief when she realised no one was on the bed. She smiled to herself, it made her a little happy that Gwen had been temporarily out of their lives.She walked further into the room and saw Alessandro sitting on the chair his back to her. He didn't acknowledge her presence. She could however tell he was in a sour mood the moment she stepped in. His dropping shoulders dispelled whatever doubts she had. A few papers were scattered over the reading table and a glass of what appeared to be r
Alessandro had been able to deal with the death of his mother the best way he could. He had buried his grief and regrets behind a facade of calmness and arrogance. The weight of the kingdom on his shoulders, the impending revolution and the confused state of his heart concerning Isabella had broken him and he had snapped. He hadn’t wished for anyone to see him broken but she had appeared and he didn’t want her to leave. Something in him wanted to talk to her, it was like she was his peace. So he had opened up to her and told her what had plagued him all those months, something his best friend and father did not know of. To them, Queen Penelope was killed, and how she was killed, they had no idea. Speaking to her had lightened the burden on his shoulders. At her engagement ball when he walked in and saw her. He had decided to spare her life. It was a decision he had made on the spot. Something in him had wanted her alive by his side but he had kept that information from her. However
Isabella had spent the past week pondering on the conversation she and Alessandro had had. She wanted to tell him all his mother had said. Hoping it might bring him a little comfort. However, she couldn’t, she had spoken of her future in Isles. Her strength and a possible romance between her and Alessandro. She wanted to embrace that, to let the past go and step into a new future, a future with Alessandro A future that held a lot of prospects. She was however not going to abandon her family. Louis was the only family she had left, she would protect him with everything even if it meant forfeiting her chance at happiness and putting her life on the line. Even if she stayed back she was not sure of what Alessandro’s feeling was for her. Whatever his mother had said might not have meant anything...she silently hoped it meant something. Most importantly the queen had spoken of her strength, at that time she had not understood what she meant. Now she understood it, she was going to use th