Alessandro was dressed in a gold tunic, and a red long robe over him, a golden crown on his head, he stood beside his father, Kieran on the other side of him. The court was filled and overflowing with vampires and humans of very high class. Luckily for him, the arrangements were rounded up before sunrise and the wedding ceremony was on the way. Alessandro straightened up and stared at the door for the umpteenth time, he couldn’t wait to see... The doors opened up to reveal the most beautiful bride anyone had seen, the musicians began to play, Marie stood beside Isabella as they slowly sauntered in, she wore a silk gown with rich trimmings of other materials. It was gold in colour, the length stretching far outside the door. The dress was embellished with lace, jewels and other fine ornaments. Her dark long curls were held atop her head, and a few stray curls framed her face. A white fur graced her shoulders. His breath stopped at the sight of her, he stared transfixed, as she walked
Isabella took one last deep breath before she took fast strides towards the crowd gathered in front of the castle gates, her eyes scanned the crowds and she could make out they were humans. They were agitated, it was evident in their expressions. Men, women even children were gathered. They all harmoniously tipped their heads in a bow when she was introduced by the courtier, “Queen Isabella”. It was her first official meeting with humans and it was nerve-racking, rumours were flying around, humans lived in fear for their lives, they were terrorized and Alessandro had thrown the problem her way to deal with it. His excuse was that he trusted she could handle herself. She masked her nervous expression behind a facade of a prim and confident Queen. “People of Isles and East Angles, I must express my gratitude to you all for leaving behind your troubles to come to talk with me today", she stared at the crowd and intently and began after a brief pause, “It is pertinent to note that this
Alessandro made a mental note to pass the point across to the man in deserving ways, that Isabella was queen of the whole of Isle and East Angles. “...the issue at hand borders on our security as there could be a repetition of history if...” “There, security", Vladimir scoffed, “We have put pertinent matters like our security into the hands of a mere woman to handle” “It is more surprising that she is allowed to be a part of this meeting", Sebastien remarked. Alessandro clenched his teeth and was about to give a piece of his mind to them but his father beat him to it. “This is a meeting I have organized in my kingdom to talk about very pressing issues not who I allow into my court", Malcolm replied, he turned to Isabella, “Please do continue my child". She nodded with a small smile. “We have ignored the wishes or desires of the humans, that is why they revolted. I have spoken to them and they have made demands that are only fair...” “We now make deals with humans?”, Draven cackl
Isabella frantically rubbed her palms over her cold legs that were drawn up to her chest in an attempt to rid herself of the cold. The hard concrete floor was not helping matters neither was the fact that she was scantily clad in a silk dress which was not fit for a prison, especially when you had no idea how long your stay would be. She clenched her fists in a bid to stop the tears from flowing but like always her tear ducts seemed to have a mind of their own and soon after she was sobbing uncontrollably. In a blink of an eye, her world had turned upside down and she had done nothing other than stand on the sidelines and watch as an onlooker as her world crumbled before her. It was just like yesterday when the palace was alive buzzing with a flurry of activities in preparation for the grand ball that was planned for her. She wasn’t elated about the ball, no one would be thrilled by the idea of getting engaged to someone you didn’t know but if she had to choose again she would cho
“Princess Isabella?”The accent was nothing as she had heard before and she was sure he was not from the parts, it was rich and sultry but she wasn’t going to give in easily...She rolled her eyes and without sparing him a glance, “Yes I am her, No I don’t want a dance, no I have no plans of getting married to you".The man behind chuckled and she could have sworn her heart stopped at that moment, how could his voice sound so good, she spun abruptly and looked at him and she knew immediately that she shouldn’t have. He was built like a god and he towered above her, what was he 6.6? She quickly released the breath she didn’t know she was holding, his tunic sleeves were rolled up and the muscles in his arms were rippling and...He cleared his throat loudly, and she slowly brought her face up to his, with his other hand that wasn’t holding a glass, he pointed towards his face, “Just in case you do not know, my face is up here", he said in an amused manner.For the first time in her life
Alessandro sat in the throne room with his father the king, the issue at hand was pressing, “Father we have no idea where he could be hiding", he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation, “I’ve sent the best trackers they could not catch even a whiff of his scent".“He could be masking his scent" King Malcolm replied.“That’s a very likely possibility, however, if that is true he must be having some help elsewhere”.The king stared at a spot for a long while before speaking again, “ We have to use everything in our power to stop them, we cannot have them starting a revolution”.Alessandro nodded in agreement, “What do you think should be done?”King Malcolm held his head in his hands, the hair on his head was grey almost turning white as he thought for a while, “For some reason his sister is still alive, perhaps we should send him a souvenir".Alessandro met his father’s eyes, he looked as if he had aged even more in the few minutes he had been in the room, he knew without bein
Prince Louis pulled the veil over his face as he tried to skim through the crowd. He had narrowly escaped at the time of the attack. However, as he ran head-on into the forest he bumped into a man who had identified himself simply as x. He had made known his intentions to help him, he gave him a concoction that had kept him concealed from those bloodthirsty predators, together they had travelled through kingdoms unnoticed...They stopped at a man who looked like a peasant, they approached him, and the man looked downcast.X spoke first, “I seek he that lays an ambush for his enemies and strikes when they least expect...”The man slowly brought his gaze to meet theirs, he smiled, Louis thought he didn’t look homeless at all.“He has awaited your return”.They followed the man through endless turns, twists and corners.Louis let out an exasperated sigh, “ I feel like we are moving in circles”.“it is because we are".“We are?”, Louis asked stunned.“It is important that we can lose those
Alessandro studied the papers that Kieran had brought him over again, there was no positive news. He laid his head backwards and stretched, it was unlike him to be tired but the weight of the problem on his shoulders weighed him down. All the people watching the borders had not seen anyone leave that fit the description of the prince. His theory was that he had made his getaway immediately after he fled the ball.Alessandro looked around his study, papers were strewn everywhere. He was going to have to finish the paperwork before nightfall.The door to his study was pushed open, Alessandro did not need to turn to know who it was, he could tell the minute the door opened and the lavender scent wafted across the room, he inhaled deeply, “Gwendoline”.He heard the clinking of her heels as she walked towards him. Her hands found his shoulders as she began to massage them. Alessandro groaned and threw his head backwards, her hands did work magic with his body. He knew she was all smiles kn