Eleanor's P.O.V Tears streamed relentlessly down my cheeks as I sat on the soft mattress with my feet held close to my chest in the dimly lit room, consumed by a surge of hatred and despair. How could he do this to me?How could Daniel lock me away like some caged animal again? How sweetly just yesterday he called me his wife. Yet, today I was a prisoner again. The weight of betrayal seemed to be pressing down on my spirit crushing it to pieces, leaving me broken and filled with anger.I clenched my fists, feeling the urge to lash out at anyone and anything that reminded me of the man I loved. What had happened to us? Why has it all become like this? Where had the love we shared gone? Was it bound to meet the same fate as the past once we left The Black Woods? Was their nothing I could do to make Daniel understand that I couldn't let the past repeat itself? The answers remained elusive, wrapped in the cold chains that bound my existence, which were wrapped around my ankle by one of
Daniel's P.O.V "WHO'S THERE!?" I scream as I run in the direction of the library section I saw the red cloak disappear in. I enter the restricted royal area, my heart pounding in my chest. The room is dimly lit, with tall bookshelves stretching up to the ceiling. Dust dances in the air, giving the room an eerie atmosphere. However, my eyes which stared into the distance with no such figure in sight. I cautiously make my way through the rows of shelves, carefully. My hand gripping the hilt of my sword waiting for the intruder to show up."Show yourself!" I call out, my voice echoing through the quiet, spooky library. I can hear my own footsteps on the creaky wooden floor, each one more tense than the last. The anticipation builds, my nerves on edge. I grip the hilt of my sword tightly, ready for whatever may come. I was ready to put my life on line the moment I decided Eleanor. Then, what's a small assassin?As I reach the huge wall at the end of the section, I still find no one
Eleanor's P.O.V I stared at the pale face in the mirror, as the brush was brushing against my skin. I couldn't help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction as I examined my reflection. My once vibrant complexion now appeared dull and lifeless, a stark contrast to the radiance I used to possess. Lines of worry and fatigue marred my face, a clear indication of the toll that Daniel's imprisonment had taken on me.As the brush continued its gentle strokes, I let my mind wander to the days when my skin was smooth and blemish-free. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Back then when I was an assassin, even though my world was dark and dim, my face would glow with some sort of energy.Now, all I feel like is a dead lifeless doll."Your Majesty?" Tia's voice rang in my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts."Yes, kitten?" I looked up in the mirror to see the face of Tia. However, she wasn't smiling. Was she not happy with the makeup she has done on my face? But, it looked quite good. "Your Majesty,
Daniel's P.O.V My eyes were open wide as I stared at the man standing in front of me. Was there an invisible mirror in front of me? Because the person standing in front of me seemed to be my exact reflection. Except for his clothes and that mole.That... Wait! The portrait!?"You... You are... The First Vampire!?" My voice which was first strangled in my throat, finally escaped.However, no answer seemed to follow my question except the matter of fact that the journal flew out of my hands, flying in the air as it was closed and fell into this man's hand."I am." Two words. Two words and they were enough to show his power and authority that he held. But, wasn't he dead? How was he standing here in front of me?But, my questions refused to pass my lips as I stood still, watching him brush past me and slam the journal back on the ebony desk.He turned to face me, his eyes piercing into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You have stumbled upon a secret that was nev
Eleanor's P.O.V The same. The doors were decorated in the same way as they were decorated on the day of my wedding with Daniel. Just a little less vibrant glow. It was soft. I could feel the softness of the golden light on my cheeks as I stood there, waiting. Waiting for Daniel to arrive. As I stood there, gazing at the grand door of the Royal Palace, my heart fluttered with both excitement and anticipation. Danielle. I'm going to meet Danielle today! I'm going to see the face of my daughter!Will it light up? Will she run and hug me? Will she cry? Will she kiss my cheek? Will she say she missed me?Where is Daniel!? I can't... I can't wait to go inside. My Danielle is just on the other side of the door.The holden door to the ballroom, adorned with intricate carvings and embellishments, only added to the air of elegance and enchantment surrounding this enchanting evening. The birthday of my Danielle. The hallway leading up to it seemed to stretch on forever on my way here, the
Daniel's P.O.V 'I have lost her. Lost my talented Eleanor. What could have the future been if only if it was me. If only I would have died instead of her. If only it was me that her father cursed. If only I was the center of hatred of K-'K...The name was scratched. I held the journal close to my eye trying to figure out the name etched on paper. However, nothing. I couldn't figure it out.That was the last page. The last page of the journal. I needed the continuation of it. If I had to save Eleanor, I had to find answers that are running wild in my head.Why would Eleanor's father curse her? And, who is this K?"Danielle..." Eleanor's weak voice entered my ears as I snapped the journal shut, placing it on the nightstand as my eyes turned to my pretty wife who had finally decided to wake up after fainting on our daughter's birthday ball. A sigh passed my lips as I stood up from the chair, glancing down at my wife who was staring at the ceiling with eyes that seemed lifeless."Fl
Eleanor's P.O.V Empty.That's all I was feeling as I stared at the white ceiling above me.Would Daniel really bring our Danielle back? Could I trust him?Even if I couldn't trust him. What other choice do I have? The soft mattress beneath me seemed to be biting away on my soul at the thought of the past that lingered in the back of my head. I don't think any of my sanity would still be left if Keira would kill Danielle in front of me again. Or, if Daniel sided with Kiera.I closed my eyes, trying to push away the haunting memories that threatened to consume me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the fear and uncertainty of losing the ones I love that had become a constant presence in my life.Losing the ones I love. Huh. Did it consist of Daniel?I don't know. I really just don't. I don't even know where we are in our relationship right now. Except the title we share.Even when I don't know about Daniel. Danielle, my sweet daughter. I was sure I didn't want Kiera t
Keira's P.O.VBlood.My eyes lingered at the white marble stained red as I heaved trying to take in oxygen, sitting in the center of a gigantic purple circle that I used earlier for my purpose of dark magic."My Lady! Please stop! You are putting your life on line." Celeste, my friend and the daughter of my handmaid cried as she got up from her chair and rushed to me."Stop! I'm fine! Don't enter the circle. I already told you to leave, Este." I spoke as I placed my hand over my chest, spitting out the leftover blood in my mouth. "Can't you please. Just stop, maybe? Daniel doesn't even love you for goodness sake. You are eating away at your living years for him trying to harm Eleanor using black magic that he would come back to you. But, Duchess... His Majesty doesn't even care if you are alive or dead. On the other hand, everyone in this household does care. Why don't you just let got of him!?" I looked up at Celeste with weary eyes, the pain of my actions etched into every line on