The encounter with the prince in the garden still lingered on her mind as she sat down outside watching the birds as they flew . She had always loved watching birds even when she was younger with her Father. “Father …she breathed out. She hadn’t thought about him in a long while . She missed him everyday . She never thought she would survive without her dad but look at her, ten years plus and she was proud of how far she had come.
Meanwhile in the garden, the royal family sat together with Lord James. Anyone who looked at them from far would think the atmosphere was nice and they were just acquaintances having a good time. But the tension surrounding them was insane, each person occupied with their own thoughts. “Charlotte how are your study sessions going ?” The Queen asked breaking the silence . “ Very well , Your Majesty “Charlotte answered It was a custom in the land for every young amiable girl or woman to learn the traditions of the kingdom which Charlotte was doing . And also know how to read and write . “ Thats great to know then . As the supposed future Queen of this kingdom , its necessary “ “ I’m trying my very best your Majesty “ Servants began to troupe into the garden with different sizes of tray and foods on their hands . Placing the trays of food on the table, the left as immediately as the entered. The place went back to silence , only sounds that were heard were their cutleries . “ We’re going to host a ball to announce that Charlotte will be the next queen “ The queen spoke again breaking the silence “ But why the rush mother ?”Azriel spoke for the first time “The Court are already pressuring us for a Queen for you Azriel “ “ And you think Charlotte is the perfect one for me and the throne ?” He asked , he’s eyes darting towards Charlotte “ Are you in anyway questioning my judgement Azriel ? A slight edge on her voice “ Nooo mother . Am questioning your decision about my future wife .Don’t you think I’m meant to be the one to choose ?” “ We’ve given you time to choose a future wife for yourself Azriel. Up until now , you still haven’t found any “ “ This is something of a life time mother , don’t you think I should take my time?” “ Charlotte I have chosen “ “ But I’m sure their are other beautiful girls in the kingdom , the ball should be about me choosing my future wife not you announcing one “ Charlotte watched as the mother and son debated as if she wasn’t there . She wanted to be the future Queen, to raise her status, and shame her enemies . She had been chosen by the queen and She was sure she was going to be it regardless of whatever scheme Azriel had in mind . “ Very well then , a ball will be hosted to select the future Queen of the kingdom “ “ Thank you mother “ As the Queen's words hung in the air, Charlotte's eyes locked onto Azriel's, a spark of determination igniting within her. She was resolute in her pursuit of the throne, and no one, not even the handsome prince, would stand in her way. Azriel's gaze, however, seemed to bore into her soul, as if he could see the ambition burning within her. His eyes narrowed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I look forward to the ball, Mother," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure it will be... enlightening." The Queen's eyes flashed with warning, but Azriel's attention remained fixed on Charlotte. "Tell me, Charlotte," he said, his voice low and husky. "What makes you think you're worthy of being my queen?" Charlotte's heart skipped a beat as she met Azriel's gaze, her voice steady. "I am worthy, Your Highness, because I am intelligent, resourceful, and determined. I will stop at nothing to claim the throne and ensure the prosperity of our kingdom." Azriel's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I see," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "And what of love, Charlotte? Do you believe in the notion of romantic love, or is it merely a tool for you to achieve your goals?" Charlotte's cheeks flushed, but she refused to back down. "Love is a luxury, Your Highness," she said, her voice firm. "One that I can ill afford. My focus is on securing the throne, not indulging in fleeting emotions." “Hmmmm “ Azriel hummed then continued his food .After the lunch , Azriel left the garden for his study . “The Queen's eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of mischief as she spoke, her voice dripping with an undercurrent of seduction. "So, James, I expect you to ensure your daughter is prepared to captivate Azriel at the ball. I want her to be irresistible, a true gem that will shine brightly in our kingdom." James bowed his head, his eyes locked on the floor, but his voice held a hint of wariness. "Noted, Your Highness." The Queen's smile grew, her lips curling into a sly, curve "I'm glad we understand each other, James. You may take your leave now, but Charlotte will remain with me. I have... further instructions for her." “Alright” He said as he stood up from the sit . Bowing his head one more time, he left . The Queen saying she wanted to discuss a few things with her came as a surprise . The young woman lowered her gaze but couldn’t hide the flush creeping up her neck. “Thank you, your Majesty, for considering me… for your son,” she said, her voice steady but a tinge of curiosity in her tone as she bowed, careful to maintain respect yet feeling a stir of something more. The Queen studied her carefully, a knowing smile curling at the corner of her lips. “I see potential in you. Among all the women in this kingdom, you have something that caught my eye. But be warned—this is no simple task. I hope you won’t disappoint me, my dear. I don’t take kindly to mistakes.” The girl straightened, the heat in her chest rising, her pulse quickening. She met the Queen’s gaze without hesitation, her lips curling slightly as she whispered, “No, Your Highness. I won’t disappoint you. In fact, I intend to exceed all expectations.” The Queen’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with both approval and something darker. “I do hope so. The stakes are much higher than you .For the next few weeks, until the ball, I want you to be coming here, I want you to be the only one he sees, the only one he desires. Her eyes seemed to burn with a fierce passion, as if she was willing Charlotte to seduce her son, to claim him as her own. "I want you to consume him, Charlotte, to be the fire that burns within him, the air that he breathes. I want you to be his everything, so that when the time comes, he will have no other choice but to make you his queen." “ I will make sure to charm him your highness after all no one can resist me “ She replied , her eyes sparkling with a confident gleam . “Just to remind you,” the Queen’s voice dropped to a velvety whisper, her gaze intense, “you answer to no one in this kingdom but me. No one else holds your leash, my dear. Only I have that privilege.” Charlotte noticed the tone in her voice . Crossing this one will be a death wish she thought. “ You may leave . I will be expecting you tomorrow “ “ Thanks again your highness “She bowed before leaving.Back in his study Azriel continued going through the previous documents that required his attention. Tonight was another night . Another night to go and hunt in the woods .He hadn’t bit on a flesh for a while now and his fangs itched, they yearned for flesh . A knock sounded on the door , he wasn’t expecting anyone at the moment. For a while his mind went to Grace “ Was she back to continue her mischievous games?” He thought. There was nothing else left to offer her , her blood helped him a lot but he didn’t require them anymore, for some reasons he couldn’t even fathom himself. “Come in “ “ For a moment I thought you were dead “ James Spoke mockingly as he strode towards the table . James , Azriel’s long time friend. He was a tall fair Man , with a well built body that every woman wished for in a man , a round face that was complimented with a pointed a pointed nose.In the human world, he’d pass for someone in his thirties, but like Azriel, centuries had passed in the blink of a
Sophia made sure that everyone was asleep before she made her way out of the door.She wasn’t going to spend another moment in hell, She had been planning to make an escape for a long time now ,and this night seemed like the best time to initiate her plan .She opened the door as careful as she could,she couldn’t risk being heard by her Aunt and Uncle or else she would be buried in her grave first thing the night morning.When she made it out of the door successfully, she hissed a sigh of relief . She checked her surroundings to check if any of their neighbors were in sight ,those people loved to gossip.One word from them and her uncle will have people searching for her , or so She thought .Thats why she decided that the forest was her best option.She knew the risk ,hell she was even scared but it was now or never . She was the only one walking on the streets, her street was one of the loneliest in the village . The forest was so quite far from the place she lived but she was determin
As she slowly emerged from the darkness, Sophia's head throbbed with a dull ache, her muscles heavy with a numbness that seemed to seep into her very bones. She forced her eyes open, blinking away the haze as she struggled to adjust to the dimly lit room.The space around her was shrouded in shadows, the absence of light seeming to heighten her other senses. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and leather, and Sophia's nostrils flared as she breathed it in.As she sat up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to pause. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the simple yet elegant decor. The bed she lay on was massive, with intricately carved posters that seemed to reach up to the ceiling.But it was the memories that came flooding back that made Sophia's heart skip a beat. The forest, the beast, the stranger... His piercing eyes, his chiseled features, his low, husky voice.Sophia's skin prickled with goosebumps as she recalled the stranger's touch, his fingers
Madam Grace's eyes blazed with resentment as she gazed at Sophia. What secrets had this girl uncovered to warrant the lord's favor? He was notorious for his indifference, yet he'd brought this human into the palace, shielding her from the harsh realities of their world.A spark of jealousy ignited within Madam Grace. Why had the lord shown this girl such mercy? And what was the meaning behind his explicit orders to handle her with care?"Sophia!" Madam Grace's voice cut through the air, her tone dripping with malice.Sophia's eyes snapped towards Madam Grace, her heart skipping a beat. She hastened to obey, her senses on high alert."Follow Margret to the dining hall," Madam Grace instructed, her voice laced with disdain. She thrust a tray of steaming food into Sophia's hands, her fingers brushing against Sophia's skin.Sophia's gaze flicked towards Margret, a slender girl with a tray of food balanced on her hip. Their eyes met, and Sophia sensed a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even f
Azriel lounged in the carriage, his eyes fixed on the palace looming ahead. He loathed the palace, a gilded cage where his every move was scrutinized. His parents, the king and queen, were ruthless power-hungry monsters, their son's happiness mere collateral damage in their pursuit of dominance.As the carriage rolled to a stop, Azriel's thoughts drifted to the mysterious girl he'd rescued in the forest. Why had he saved her? He could have left her to rot, but something about her had stirred a long-dormant spark within him."Your Majesty, we've arrived," Elliot announced, opening the carriage door.Azriel stepped out, his piercing gaze sweeping the palace façade. The castle's ancient stones seemed to whisper secrets, its grandeur a testament to the ruthless ambition of his family.As he entered the dining hall, his parents' voices grated on his nerves. He ignored them, his eyes scanning the room for a glimpse of the girl. His parents' presence was a mere annoyance, a reminder of the t
As the sun dipped below the horizon in the rural village, Sophia's uncle, Patrick, and aunt, Diane, seethed with a mix of shock, anger, and desperation. They just figured out that Sophia had escaped Patrick, a rugged man in his late forties, paced outside his humble abode, his weathered face etched with worry. "Where could she have gone?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew Sophia had no acquaintances, no friends to speak of, and no money to her name. The thought of his niece, alone and vulnerable, sent a shiver down his spine.Diane, on the other hand, was a cauldron of rage. "This is the girl you raised with so much love, and this is how she repays you?" she spat, her voice venomous. "She's thrown away her future, and for what?"Patrick shot her a stern glance. "You're more concerned about the marriage you arranged than Sophia's safety, aren't you?" His tone was laced with accusation.Diane's face twisted in a scowl. "What a convenient time for h
Azriel spent most of his day inside his study, overseeing the construction of the new magistrate office. Papers requiring his signature piled high, but his mind wandered to the enchanting encounter with the mysterious girl in the dining hall. A sly smile spread across his face, knowing he had left a lasting impression.A knock at the door broke the spell. "Come in.""Your Highness, tea," Grace announced, entering with a steaming tray."I didn't request any," Azriel said, his gaze remaining on the papers."You usually have tea by this time, Your Highness," Grace replied, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.Azriel's eyes flickered, acknowledging her thoughtfulness. "Very...considerate of you, Grace."Grace's eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilating with a mix of desire and expectation. She stood there, awaiting his next move, but Azriel's attention returned to the papers.Disappointed, Grace turned to leave. "Your welcome, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Back in his study Azriel continued going through the previous documents that required his attention. Tonight was another night . Another night to go and hunt in the woods .He hadn’t bit on a flesh for a while now and his fangs itched, they yearned for flesh . A knock sounded on the door , he wasn’t expecting anyone at the moment. For a while his mind went to Grace “ Was she back to continue her mischievous games?” He thought. There was nothing else left to offer her , her blood helped him a lot but he didn’t require them anymore, for some reasons he couldn’t even fathom himself. “Come in “ “ For a moment I thought you were dead “ James Spoke mockingly as he strode towards the table . James , Azriel’s long time friend. He was a tall fair Man , with a well built body that every woman wished for in a man , a round face that was complimented with a pointed a pointed nose.In the human world, he’d pass for someone in his thirties, but like Azriel, centuries had passed in the blink of a
The encounter with the prince in the garden still lingered on her mind as she sat down outside watching the birds as they flew . She had always loved watching birds even when she was younger with her Father. “Father …she breathed out. She hadn’t thought about him in a long while . She missed him everyday . She never thought she would survive without her dad but look at her, ten years plus and she was proud of how far she had come.Meanwhile in the garden, the royal family sat together with Lord James. Anyone who looked at them from far would think the atmosphere was nice and they were just acquaintances having a good time. But the tension surrounding them was insane, each person occupied with their own thoughts.“Charlotte how are your study sessions going ?” The Queen asked breaking the silence . “ Very well , Your Majesty “Charlotte answered It was a custom in the land for every young amiable girl or woman to learn the traditions of the kingdom which Charlotte was doing . And also
Azriel spent most of his day inside his study, overseeing the construction of the new magistrate office. Papers requiring his signature piled high, but his mind wandered to the enchanting encounter with the mysterious girl in the dining hall. A sly smile spread across his face, knowing he had left a lasting impression.A knock at the door broke the spell. "Come in.""Your Highness, tea," Grace announced, entering with a steaming tray."I didn't request any," Azriel said, his gaze remaining on the papers."You usually have tea by this time, Your Highness," Grace replied, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.Azriel's eyes flickered, acknowledging her thoughtfulness. "Very...considerate of you, Grace."Grace's eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilating with a mix of desire and expectation. She stood there, awaiting his next move, but Azriel's attention returned to the papers.Disappointed, Grace turned to leave. "Your welcome, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
As the sun dipped below the horizon in the rural village, Sophia's uncle, Patrick, and aunt, Diane, seethed with a mix of shock, anger, and desperation. They just figured out that Sophia had escaped Patrick, a rugged man in his late forties, paced outside his humble abode, his weathered face etched with worry. "Where could she have gone?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew Sophia had no acquaintances, no friends to speak of, and no money to her name. The thought of his niece, alone and vulnerable, sent a shiver down his spine.Diane, on the other hand, was a cauldron of rage. "This is the girl you raised with so much love, and this is how she repays you?" she spat, her voice venomous. "She's thrown away her future, and for what?"Patrick shot her a stern glance. "You're more concerned about the marriage you arranged than Sophia's safety, aren't you?" His tone was laced with accusation.Diane's face twisted in a scowl. "What a convenient time for h
Azriel lounged in the carriage, his eyes fixed on the palace looming ahead. He loathed the palace, a gilded cage where his every move was scrutinized. His parents, the king and queen, were ruthless power-hungry monsters, their son's happiness mere collateral damage in their pursuit of dominance.As the carriage rolled to a stop, Azriel's thoughts drifted to the mysterious girl he'd rescued in the forest. Why had he saved her? He could have left her to rot, but something about her had stirred a long-dormant spark within him."Your Majesty, we've arrived," Elliot announced, opening the carriage door.Azriel stepped out, his piercing gaze sweeping the palace façade. The castle's ancient stones seemed to whisper secrets, its grandeur a testament to the ruthless ambition of his family.As he entered the dining hall, his parents' voices grated on his nerves. He ignored them, his eyes scanning the room for a glimpse of the girl. His parents' presence was a mere annoyance, a reminder of the t
Madam Grace's eyes blazed with resentment as she gazed at Sophia. What secrets had this girl uncovered to warrant the lord's favor? He was notorious for his indifference, yet he'd brought this human into the palace, shielding her from the harsh realities of their world.A spark of jealousy ignited within Madam Grace. Why had the lord shown this girl such mercy? And what was the meaning behind his explicit orders to handle her with care?"Sophia!" Madam Grace's voice cut through the air, her tone dripping with malice.Sophia's eyes snapped towards Madam Grace, her heart skipping a beat. She hastened to obey, her senses on high alert."Follow Margret to the dining hall," Madam Grace instructed, her voice laced with disdain. She thrust a tray of steaming food into Sophia's hands, her fingers brushing against Sophia's skin.Sophia's gaze flicked towards Margret, a slender girl with a tray of food balanced on her hip. Their eyes met, and Sophia sensed a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even f
As she slowly emerged from the darkness, Sophia's head throbbed with a dull ache, her muscles heavy with a numbness that seemed to seep into her very bones. She forced her eyes open, blinking away the haze as she struggled to adjust to the dimly lit room.The space around her was shrouded in shadows, the absence of light seeming to heighten her other senses. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and leather, and Sophia's nostrils flared as she breathed it in.As she sat up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to pause. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the simple yet elegant decor. The bed she lay on was massive, with intricately carved posters that seemed to reach up to the ceiling.But it was the memories that came flooding back that made Sophia's heart skip a beat. The forest, the beast, the stranger... His piercing eyes, his chiseled features, his low, husky voice.Sophia's skin prickled with goosebumps as she recalled the stranger's touch, his fingers
Sophia made sure that everyone was asleep before she made her way out of the door.She wasn’t going to spend another moment in hell, She had been planning to make an escape for a long time now ,and this night seemed like the best time to initiate her plan .She opened the door as careful as she could,she couldn’t risk being heard by her Aunt and Uncle or else she would be buried in her grave first thing the night morning.When she made it out of the door successfully, she hissed a sigh of relief . She checked her surroundings to check if any of their neighbors were in sight ,those people loved to gossip.One word from them and her uncle will have people searching for her , or so She thought .Thats why she decided that the forest was her best option.She knew the risk ,hell she was even scared but it was now or never . She was the only one walking on the streets, her street was one of the loneliest in the village . The forest was so quite far from the place she lived but she was determin