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
“What exactly do you want with her?”, the king's voice shot back.“I want the girl to do with as I please”.King Malcolm looked him over, “You can’t...”.“As a pet, she would be my property”, Alessandro interrupted him, “Just like you like to keep your spoils from war, I will like to keep her too", he shot a glance in her direction, “She is my trophy from one of my greatest conquests. It will be her fate to be bound to me as a pet slave forever”“Aless...”.“You can not refuse me Father”, Alessandro replied in a quiet voice.The king thought for a while. Whatever shame Isabella had felt when her dress was ripped off her doubled when Alessandro said she was a spoil from his conquest.“You can do as you wish", Malcolm finally replied.“Untie her!”, Alessandro’s loud voice resounded across the yard. The man who had the whip dropped it and moved to untie her. As soon as she was freed from the restraints, Alessandro turned to the man and clasped his neck with his palm. It was like he weigh
It had been two weeks since their last confrontation. She had barely seen Alessandro in those two weeks, he seemed to come late at night and leave before it was dawn. She hadn’t thought she would have come out unscathed, he seemed furious at her. She wasn’t blind, she had seen the bewildered expressions on Aunt Marie’s face and the servants. However, to her surprise, he had just walked out on her. It was all for the best, nothing about him was normal, his touch was cold and not to leave out the fact that his overpowering presence caused her to squirm. He gave her the creeps.She tied her long black hair in a ponytail and gave the large room a once over, the large bed in the room was big enough for 5 grown people, the curtains were a deep maroon, they hung from the four-poster bed, the curtains on the windows were the same colour, the curtains were drawn shut and as usual, the only source of light was the oil lamps. There was a small walk-in closet and an adjoining bathroom, the bed p
Alessandro’s back was to the door when she barged in, she hesitated for a moment when she saw the unclothed upper half of his body, “What are you?, why I’m I here?”, she barked.“What do you think I am?”.“Well apart from being a jerk, an egomaniac and a cold-blooded murderer, I think you’re a monster who drinks blood to survive!”, She screamed her reply, tears gushing out of her eyes, “Is that why I’m here?, Did you suddenly have a craving to drink royal blood?, Is that why my parents were killed?”.“Hey slow down”, he turned to face her, “There’s more that goes on in this world than you". He watched as she slowly dabbed at her eyes, her eyes strayed from his face and rested on his chest.He smirked, “You want to go back to the conversation we are having or you have found something of interest to keep you busy".“It’s hardly something of interest”, she shrugged.“I read your mind", he said matter of factly.“What are you?”.“I am a vampire and you’re in a vampire kingdom”, he replied,
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 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 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
Alessandro had been with many women in all his life but being with Belle, the feeling was ethereal. Damn was she beautiful, every inch of her. Her full perky breasts, those curvy hips, the enticing scent of her arousal that drove him mad and led him to multiple orgasms... She moaned aloud as another wave-shattering orgasm shot through her, soon his came and he felt his feral side awaken, he bared his fangs as he had an overwhelming need to mark her, to claim her as his. He leaned forward, he licked her neck, the area around her carotid artery, his fangs plunged deeply into her causing her to moan loudly, this time around it wasn’t in pain but pleasure. It was a thing peculiar to vampires when forming a bond as strong as this, it wasn’t only her pleasure that she felt, he had transferred his pleasure through the bite mark... He held her close to him as he waited for her to regain her composure. She buried her face in his neck while her body was still shivering in the aftermath of the
Isabella looked at her reflection for the umpteenth time in the mirror, she didn’t know if she should wear her hair up or down, so she decided to tie it up. The maid had helped her clean up with a lot of scented soaps, she was dressed in a black lace robe. The room had been decorated as per Alessandro’s instructions.The red curtains with a streak of gold were drawn shut, rose petals were scattered around the room and on the large king-sized bed. The candelabra was the only source of illumination in the room, the bed sheets were white and red. The bedside tables had goblets of wine and blood. She knew what Alessandro had planned, the importance of the night to her, Alessandro and his kingdom, she moved towards the bedside table and picked up a goblet of blood and drank it. Just then the doors opened and Alessandro strode in. His eyes raked her body as he stared at her, his mouth slightly open. She quickly tucked her beside her ear, his gaze caused monkeys to jump in her stomach, thi
He itched to tell her what was on his mind but sitting beside her, holding her hands and watching as her eyes lit up at the starry sky had left his thoughts jumbled. He couldn’t seem to make sense of it, he had many words to say to her, and he had ended up telling her how beautiful she was. Beautiful was a far cry from how she looked tonight, without making any effort she had managed to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his life. Maybe it was his love for her, or the fact that her beauty was simply ethereal and otherworldly... He had many ideas of how this night could end with her in his... “Alessandro?”, her alluring voice called out to him “Yes, Belle?”. “You know this is where you profess your unwavering love and devotion to me and tell me I’m your soulmate and ask me to do the honours of being your wife and queen?”, she asked breathlessly. He stared at her in shock like she had told him his mother was still alive, “Do I really... have to say those words?. Is
Marie walked in on Isabella sitting in the large musical hall, her fingers slowly tapping on the keys of the grand piano, Sam had told her she would be there. She watched from the doorway as she played the piano. It was a beautiful melody, Marie smiled lovingly at her, she loved Isabella like she was her child. She had devoted her whole life to taking care of the royal family and even though Alessandro was centuries older than her she had treated him as her child. It was the same feeling she felt when they were introduced, no one deserved to go through half of what Isabella had gone through, she thought to herself, however, she had come out stronger. There was hope after all, a new dawn in Isles and a shot at happiness for Alessandro and Isabella. She walked inside the room clutching the dress Alessandro had made her keep in the past few years. “Bella child, you play so well". She smiled sheepishly and removed her hands immediately from the keys, “My mo...I mean Queen Violet taugh
Malcolm had fully recovered and gone back to being his usual arrogant self, the people were calmed but Alessandro knew he needed to find a long-lasting solution to their problems. The court was going back to normal and people were going about their normal life as usual. However one person had not fully recovered, Isabella. She had not stopped blaming herself for all that had happened. She had disassociated herself from any form of human interactions, even Marie could not do anything to uplift her mood. She stayed tucked on the couch barely eating. Marie had advised that she needed to deal with her grief anyhow she pleased at her own pace but his patience was wearing thin, he couldn’t bare to see her like this. He opened the door to his chambers to see Isabella sprawled on the couch, twirling her locket in her hands, if she had noticed his presence she didn’t show it. “Belle I think you have punished yourself enough", he said, “It is not your fault that your family was too deranged t
When they were outside, Alessandro looked at her, “I hope you will be fine, I’ll send Aunt Marie to you. I need to check on some things”. She looked at the worried expression on his face, “What is the problem, Alessandro?” “I need to see my father” Her eyes filled with concern, “Can I come with you please?” He paused for a moment before nodding his head and led her towards his father’s chambers. They walked in, and a few servants were gathered around him, he was pale as ever but he managed a smile when he saw them walk in. “Excuse us", Alessandro ordered the servants. They scurried away. Alessandro and Isabella sat beside his bed. “I thought you had abandoned your father”. “I couldn’t bear to see you this way”. They said nothing for a while, they just sat staring at him. “Why do you both look like you’re attending my funeral, I mean I’m still alive", Malcolm managed a short laugh. “Father you can’t be nonchalant about this, you’re not healing”, Alessandro replied, “The sil