After a few mishaps and stalling the car Prince Deacon was driving smoothly, making their way to Humpington. “If I may ask, why this specific street?” the driver asked, showing Prince Deacon to turn left into the street. “I was told that it will be a good investment,” Prince Deacom lied, not really trusting the driver or anyone for that matter. “Good investment? It is the most expensive street in all of England, besides the King’s castle of course,” the driver shook his head. “Don’t concern yourself too much,” Prince Deacon chuckled. “This is the house,” the driver said. Prince Deacon stopped the car abruptly. “Thank you for driving me and bringing me to my destination, you may leave.” “Are you sure? I can wait. In case you don’t buy a property today,” the driver offered. “No need, thank you,” Prince Deacon said before walking towards the front door, Wynn following. “So have you decided what you are going to introduce me as?” Wynn asked. “My cousin,” Prince Deacon said befor
‘Did she come outside again?’ Prince Deacon wondered at the stronger scent, not knowing yet that Emily and her family stay in the next house and did not notice her and her father walking to their house when her father finished work for the day. After the cab drove off with Deserey and Benjamin, Wynn walked out of sight and sped off to go and see if any furniture pieces survived. Prince Deacon stood on the porch of his mansion, enjoying Emily’s lingering scent until he notices Wynn coming back thirty minutes later with a bed. After another few trips, Prince Deacon’s mansion looked more like home. “I need to replenish,” Wynn says, crashing on one of the living room chairs. “Well, I am not stopping you,” Prince Deacon said, taking a seat across from him. “See you before sunrise,” Wynn said before speeding off to find himself a human to drink blood from. Prince Deacon went to the master bedroom and laid down on the bed with only a mattress as Wynn didn’t bring any bed sheets. Not th
Prince Deacon stood by his window looking over at Emily’s house, wondering when she was going to make her way over to princess Bently’s house. “I wonder if Princess Bently will be introducing Emily to us as Princess Freda or not?” “I bet you she was going to introduce Emily to us,” Wynn said, sipping on a cup of coffee. “Finally,” Prince Deacon said when he saw Eliot leave Emily’s house, catching a glimpse of her beautiful face. Emily looked over at Prince Deacon, noticing someone at the window. ‘I wonder what he is like?’ “Guess I have to get ready to be Princess Freda,” Emily said out loud, talking to herself. “You are prettier than Princess Freda,” one of Emily’s younger sisters complimented her. Emily bent down to her younger sister’s level. “It is not about what is on the outside, but more about what is on the inside,” she said, pointing at her chest. “So, if the gentlemen across the street were ugly, would you have smiled so sweetly, peeking through the window?” her sister
“The money must have gone to your daughter's head, Alfred. Don’t think I did not see you encouraging her to steal Lord Deacon away from my Freda,” Princess Bently said before taking a sip of her tea. Alfred wanted to walk Emily over to their mansion next door, but before he could leave, Princess Bently stopped him. “Alfred, my tea is cold.” “I will get hot water and a fresh cup,” Alfred said, walking over and taking the delegate floral print teacup and saucer off the table. “Princess Freda, a fresh cup for you?” Alfred asked, walking around. “Please,” Princess Freda said, putting her cup down. “You will talk to Emily and tell her to stand down? Eliot is such a nice man. Surely he will make a fine son-in-law,” Prince Bently advised. “He did not even know she exist until I received the money for Emily’s hand,” Alfred objected. “True, but even after getting a large sum the day before yesterday, he still called on her this morning,” Princess Freda said. ‘I will be damn if I am goin
“Will you join me for dinner? I promise you don’t have to cook it,” Prince Deacon said, smiling. “Princess Freda is a lovely option for you, my lord, and she is right in many ways,” Emily started, even though she wanted to throw herself at this handsome lord’s feet and beg him to run away with her. “What do you mean?” Prince Deacon asked. “For starters, I am spoken for by lord Eliot and I am damaged goods,” Emily said, her cheeks turning blush. “Damaged goods?” Prince Deacon asked, wanting to laugh but keeping his serious face so as to not offend her. “You see, not even a week ago I was sold to be married to a lord from America, but for some reason, he brought me back with no explanation,” Emily explained. “Lucky me then,” Prince Deacon said with a smile, finding it hard to hold his laughter in. “What will people think? Surely you don’t want to stain your name with a girl like me. I have no titles and I am not even sure that I am still a virgin,” Emily said. “How so?” Lord Deac
‘She must be on to us, which means she might have shifted,’ Wynn thought to himself. “Princess Freda, can I invite you in for a drink?” Wynn asked, showing his hand towards Prince Deacon’s mansion. ‘Why? What are you up to?’ Prince Deacon mind linked Wynn. ‘I think she is on to us,’ Wynn mind linked. ‘Are you sure?’ Prince Deacon mind linked back. ‘Well, we are about to find out,’ Wynn mind linked, waiting for a response from Princess Freda. “I should not. What would it look like? a lady of my status, alone in your house?” Princess Fredas declined. “You won’t be alone. Our cook is inside,” Wynn said. “I will come with,” Emily offered. “Actually, I was hoping to talk to Princess Freda alone,” Wynn said, cutting Emily off. “Oh, I see,” Emily said, walking away, towards her own mansion to get ready for dinner. “Um, well,” Princess Freda said, unsure. “It will only take a moment. It is about werewolves,” Wynn dared to say with Emily out of earshot, thinking that Princess Freda
“Tell me, what are you going to do once you manage to win Emily’s heart over?” Wynn asked. “I am going to marry her,” Prince Deacon said. “After that? Are you just going to stay here forever? Let her grow old?” Wynn asked. “I am going to grow old with her,” Prince Deacon said. “And then what?” Wynn asked. “Then I will do what all old people do; die. I just hope that I will go before her as I cannot bear to be without her,” Prince Deacon said, staring in front of him. “You cannot be serious? The council will catch up with you before long,” Wynn said, half laughing. “Once I marry Emily, I am moving away from here. No one will ever find us,” Prince Deacon said, very sure of himself. “I don’t see you hiding from the council forever, but don’t let me be the one to ruin your hopes and dreams,” Wynn said as he made his way up the stairs to get ready for dinner. “Need help to get dressed?” Benjamin asked. “Yes, sure, why not,” Wynn agreed. “I hate seeing her on another man’s arm,” P
They both walk over to Lord Eliot with their drinks in their hands. “Lord Eliot, do you really love Lady Emily?” Prince Deacon said. “I will learn to love her. I am just out of time, and I would like to at least attempt to leave an heir, in case I die in the war,” Lord Eliot explained. “If another man is in love with Emily, would you step aside?” Wynn asked. “I am sure that there is no other man that would want a title-less woman and she knows that. Miss Emily knows she has nothing to offer but her beauty and one cannot even be sure that she is still a virgin,” Lord Eliot said. “If you ever speak ill of Miss Emily ever again, I will end your life!” Prince Deacon shouted, about to grab him, but Wynn jumped in and held him back. “Go for a run!” Wynn compelled Prince Deacon, not sure if Prince Deacon was wearing his shaman necklace or not, but either way, he hoped that Prince Deacon will go before he kills Lord Eliot. “I thought you gentlemen wanted to celebrate my engagement?! It