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
Isabella walked through the path leading to the vast great garden, the beautiful flowers as usual adorned the garden, one she was very familiar with. This time around she moved her head onto the bench she usually sat on with no hesitation whatsoever. When she sat, the dark-haired lady walked up to her. Alessandro’s mother. “Isabella". “Queen Penelope...”. She smiled knowingly, “Oh spare me all that title, death has no respect for them". “I didn’t know you were Alessandro’s mother". She nodded, “Your loved ones kept interrupting our introductions...” Isabella stared at her, transfixed and confused. She didn’t know what to say to her... “I don’t even know what I should say to you...I’m sorry?”. Penelope moved closer to her and placed her palm over Isabella’s hand, “There is nothing for you to be sorry for. None of this is your fault. I don’t blame you for anything. You had no idea". Isabella smiled faintly at her, “King Malcolm doesn’t think so...”. Penelope eyes clouded, “It’s
She spent the rest of the day tucked in the room, Alessandro had been away for a few days and if she guessed correctly he was out hunting down her brother. She didn’t have it in her to have any more interactions, after she had relayed the message to the King, Sam had brought her meals to her room and she had stayed tucked in. If Cecily’s plans worked tomorrow would be a turning point in her life. She was finally going to get to her brother and earn her freedom. However, if she was honest with herself she didn’t want freedom. Not if it included being far away from Alessandro. She never wanted Isles. It had become a great part of her. She needed to do this for her sanity. She was losing it and it concerned Alessandro. She was not sure what exactly his feelings for her were, not too long ago he was after her life. It was hard to tell what he felt now. She was only his pet. She would never be able to watch Alessandro be with someone else, she had to go far away maybe to put an end to