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
Eleanor's P.O.V My eyes opened as I stared at the man in front of me sleeping peacefully as his pine scent crept up my nose.I'm pregnant.I'm pregnant with this man's child. How can he be such an angel when he's asleep and such a dumbass when he's awake. I really want to touch his kissable lips.Ugh! Seriously, don't understand what's wrong with me these days. As I reached out my hand to touch the angelic face of Daniel, a sharp pain ran across my head making me close my eyes shut and retract my hand back. The pain was unbearable, like someone was stabbing needles into my brain. I winced in agony, trying to steady my breathing as the pain slowly subsided. Panic started to set in as I thought that this might affect the little bean in my stomach. I sat up, my heart racing, and looked around the room. It wasn't my room. This wasn't the Queen's room. The windows weren't barred.Where the hell, am I?The was decorated with neutral tones and had a comforting, cozy feel to it. The wall
Daniel's P.O.V I stared at woman sleeping peacefully in my arms with a peaceful smile on her face. And, somehow it was bringing me so much happiness I couldn't explain. I think being a normal couple like this, isn't so bad after all.Her flower like smell that filled my nose was rather enchanting. And, the way she was sleeping in my arms was making me want to eat my wife alive.Come on, Daniel. We don't have time for R18 now! My subconsciousness scolded me as I gently placed flower's head on the soft pillow, getting up from the bed.Ugh! Can't I just sleep tonight in her arms. She never let me does that recently. And, she just looked so relaxed and laid back like the Eleanor I first met in the black woods. I answered to my subconsciousness, pulling the sheets over my lovely wife and tucking her in, gently kissing her forehead. Well, if you didn't have to figure out about her father's curse and the black magic stuff. Maybe, you could do that. My subconsciousness retorted as an audib