Mykhol could see the smaller tables filled with human girls across the lawn. Their dresses looked silly and overbearing from his spot. They all looked like colored cotton balls.Periodically, Mykhol could see one lift their head and look his way. Then, a quick blush would cross their face before they'd go to whisper to one another. And when they did, another would look up. It kept repeating as Mykhol watched on.Mykhol had to smirk at their apparent interest. But it held little weight to him. He was not here for them.Mykhol looked on to find the flash of red. “There you are.” Mykhol drew back his lips to show his fangs. Ana was sitting at the main table. She seemed somewhat cramped, though. The table seemed relatively small for all of them.Mykhol could see her sandwiched between four. Queen Belinda at the one end, King Alexander at the other, Nicoli sat beside her, and the other-Mykhol dropped his smile at the sight of the giant who sat at the table. The one dressed in a dress j
Ana found herself in a difficult situation. Her father being the most significant cause of her turmoil. But that was not the only issue. Ana was faced with a completely new problem.Ana was used to being the recipient of attention. In her court, she was the main attraction. She was Empress, though, so it made sense.But Nochten's attention was on rules. There was a silent way of reservation and decorum in her approach. If not out of custom, it was practiced out of respect.In Dawny, however, Ana faced an entirely different form of the spotlight. One that was more animated and full of compliments with conversations that ran together. Ana found herself in a drift in the center of a crowd. The sea of excited girls was moving and swaying in their puffy dresses. Some even bounced off the others, thanks to their hoop skirts. But they didn’t seem to falter as they returned to pushing closer.Ana couldn’t help but feel the sensation similar to a mouse cornered by cats.I’m not sure I like t
As King Alexander made his way over to the crowds, he couldn’t hide his prideful smile. Both his children had stolen the spotlight of the party. And if it wasn't obvious before, seeing how the girls surrounded both of them (aside from the few who dared talk to Hidi) was proof enough.My children are popular. King Alexander beamed. But was that such a surprise? The answer was simple.Of course, they would be. He never doubted it for a second.Because both his children were handsome, anyone with eyes would be charmed. Wherever they went, everyone would stop to look after them. They wouldn't have to try- they would get attention. So it was clear neither would have problems making friends. Or suitors.King Alexander couldn’t help but catch what the girls were giggling about. It seemed the conversation of marriage had come up. And King Alexander couldn’t help but smile with a gentle shake of his head.So young yet already optimistic. King Alexander thought regarding the girls. He could s
Why is he taking us here? Ana thought, seeing the hedge maze ahead. They were moving further and further away from the lawn. The sounds of the party grew quieter as they moved.Ana quietly noted they were moving further away from everyone. And by that, having no risk of anyone overhearing them. But the realization made Ana's gut sink. As she did not believe this boded for good tidings. He plans to take me out of sight and berate me. Ana felt sure. If not, why else would he?It will be the best way he can do this without drawing attention. Ana knew. If anything, Ana could say it was a saving grace that he chose to be discreet. It meant no one else would have to feel the second-hand embarrassment- or ruin the party for the guests. This would just stay between them. He's taking this better than I expected. Ana was grateful, but still, she felt nervous. And her back stiffened as they walked through the maze entrance. This was bound to happen at some point. Ana told herself. She had t
King Alexander listened as Ana told her tale. But by midway, he could barely contain his feelings. They tittered from anger to disgust.King Alexander clenched his free hand. But he was careful to hide it. So less Ana sees it. “But I couldn’t help myself. “Ana went on looking down to the ground as if guilty.“I couldn’t throw them away. So I kept them, every one.“And Ana went quiet after a moment. Every letter? King Alexander thought.Nicoli wrote a letter every week. Why that would mean years' worth? King Alexander had to stop as he felt his stomach clench. Tears rimmed his eyes as he suddenly felt the immense pain of it.What must Ana have felt seeing the letters come and not being allowed to read them? King Alexander felt his heart clench. It was tremendous. How long must she have suffered?“I see. “King Alexander replied at last. He now felt he had a better picture of what had happened.King Alexander opened his mouth to speak, but Ana again went on.“I would have continued o
Once the party was dismissed, Belinda stole away into her room. She needed to dress and make herself ready. For what, though, was the cause of her frustrations.“Julia!” Belinda screeched. The old woman appeared without a flinch. Instead, she seemed to expect the abuse. “Inform the servants to set up tables in the dance hall- but clean it first! I mean, sweep the floors, polish the statues, clean the mirrors-.” “Oh god.” Belinda groaned while thinking. There was just so much to do. And she felt frazzled. It’s all because of that bastard of a girl. Belinda blamed. This was her fault. Otherwise, her husband wouldn’t have been so stupid and rash as to make an announcement right in front of everyone like that. Yes, Belinda would now have her hands full because of her. She'd have to assemble a ball in a matter of hours. Something unheard of- such things take months to prepare.But here I am again, picking up after that foolish man.Belinda could already feel a headache start above her
Naska was not in a good mood. She was still hot and sweaty. There wasn’t even a grace of shade from a nearby tree she could stand under. And Mykhol refused to go back inside despite how blatantly Naska complained.But that wasn't the worst of it.No one even talked to us. Naska remembered feeling even more slight. They were standing so long, and no one bothered to come over. They just stared and kept their distance.The only one who did was the queen herself. Thinking of her made Naska shiver. She could still feel those gray eyes on her and judge her even when sitting. Almost like she was trying to make, her shrink away.What a scary human. But even with that, Naska found the woman gorgeous. And the way she carried herself was inspiring.If I were a queen, I’d like to be like her. And Naska had a quick thought of being the one at the table. Sitting so comfortably sipping tea and she stared down at whoever spoke to her- both imposing and beguiling.I could. Naska thought again. I c
After the King’s announcement, Hidi took to her room. “But, your majesty,” Lady Poole whimpered again as Hidi pulled another dress from the armoire. “What do you think? Is it good?” Hidi held it over her. Lady Pole just shrugged. “Is not good then?” And Hidi threw it over her shoulder to let it drop. A maid quietly moved to pick it up. But she needn’t bother. As soon as she did, another was thrown over.Hidi seemed to be going through her armoirs with out hesitation.“Which blue do you think?” Hidi turned to Lady Pole. But the girl only wrapped her arms around her waist. She seemed to want nothing to do with it.“This isn’t fair.” Lady Pole said off to the side. “I didn’t pack for any ball. This was meant to be a tea party.” “But life is unexpected. Yes?” Hidi went moving through another armoire. She had a smile on.“You make do. Now stop being a stick in the mud, Lucy. Start going through your things less you want me to dress you.” And Hidi stopped to give a playful wink. A wi
*Naska*“What a joke of a party,” Naska muttered, baring her fangs as she leaned against the wall. ”Mine will be so much better.” Her pale red eyes flickered over blue and gold streamers hanging from the center of the high ceiling with a sneer. Ugly colors, she immediately found it stupid. But not as stupid as having to sniffle every other minute. Her nose was irritated and starting to run from all the damn pine scent in the room. Each breath was like choking on a bottle of soap. From the platform near the far wall, the gentle strains of stringed instruments played a song too delicate and indistinct for her to recognize. It filled the air like perfume—pleasant to some, she supposed, but meaningless to her. Light laughter floated between the nobles, punctuated now and then by the sharp clink of crystal goblets. Beneath the noise, however, the pressure in the room was thick. Everyone waited for Her Empress to return. The tension curled under the music like smoke, unseen but unmistakab
*Johan*As he entered the banquet hall, Johan quickly noticed quite a few things. The first was that King Alexander was nowhere to be seen, though Johan expected that. He must have still been talking with Queen Bratha.What surprised him, though, was that others were missing—two, to be exact. The handsome brunette prince was not in the banquet hall as he thought he would be, considering he did not see him in the lobby or even the line. He was gone, and neither was Ana. Who he did see was just Hidi.The giant queen stood out among the partygoers- not just because of her size. Her very presence seemed to overpower anyone who dared draw near. Those who attempted to pass her either darted their eyes down or weakly bowed before hightailing it inside. Johan could see that even that old coot kept a safe distance if anyone wanted to try to talk to her, like the ever-eager Sir Celbest.The blonde was not pleased about something, and Johan could easily see it. The girl had never been one to hi
*Nicoli*Nicoli held onto Ana like a man gripping the edge of a cliff—tight, unyielding, unwilling to let go for even a second. The very idea of releasing her, even to their father, was absurd. No. Absolutely not.He had waited too long, ached too much, spent years longing for this moment. And now that she was finally by his side again, he refused to let anything—anyone—take her away. Not tonight. Not ever. So be it if he had to fight off the entire court to keep her close. Vampire, noble, or king, he didn’t care. He’d take them all on.She was his Anastasia. And now that they were together, everything felt right again.A rare, genuine grin tugged at his lips—one that wasn’t for show, unlike the practiced smiles he wore in Dawny. This was different. This was real.But as they moved through the white halls, his excitement warred with Ana’s slow, deliberate steps. Too slow. She still walked like an old lady.Nicoli’s muscles twitched with pent-up energy, his entire body screaming to mo
*Ana*My body freezes, every muscle locked in place as Nicoli leans in closer. His face is inches from mine, and I feel my breath catch, a whirlwind of confusion and anticipation racing through my mind. What is he doing? Is…he going to kiss me?But we can’t—we shouldn’t. We aren’t children anymore.As children, it was innocent. Nicoli used to kiss me on the lips, but it was always affectionate—nothing more, just like when he would hold my hand or offer a playful hug. It was natural to him, something that didn’t feel strange, something I expected from him without question. But that was then.Now, we’re adults. And that changes everything.We can’t– I try to tell myself that, but something in me hesitates, unsure whether I want him to stop or... not. I’m paralyzed, my heart beating so loudly I can hear it in my ears. As his face nears mine, I feel the world shrinks, the air around us thick with tension. A strange eagerness stirs in my chest—a warmth I don’t understand. It coils through
*Ana*“Nicoli–” He’s going the wrong way again. I shake my head, the soft chime of my gold chains punctuating my amusement. But he insists on leading, judging by the stubborn set of his shoulders. He’s determined to get somewhere despite having absolutely no idea where that is.For the past twenty minutes, Nicoli has forged ahead with all the confidence in the world, only to crumble in confusion when we inevitably hit another dead end or loop back to the same hall. Left, then right, then left again. Each turn is taken with steadfast determination — and each time, I have to stifle a new laugh as we encounter yet another wall.“Nicoli, just let me show you–” I try, though I’m already bracing for him to ignore me. It would be far easier if he let me lead, though. This is my palace, after all. I know the twists and turns, the subtle variations in the endless white corridors. But he seems lost in his resolve. As if doing this out of spite at the challenge and not wanting it to get the bett
*Hidi*“But, what about me–” For once in Hidi’s life, her voice was too soft to hear—lost, swallowed under the sound of laughter. Their laughter. Hidi froze, her breath caught in her chest, her words useless in the space they left behind. Her eyes only widened as she stared after them, watching–watching, but not moving in disbelief.The two of them were running, laughing, hands clasped like children lost in their own world. And she was still standing here.She blinked. Did they really just… leave me?The air seemed too still while everything else moved too fast. Nicoli had been right there. Right there. She could have reached out, close enough to brush her fingers against his sleeve. But he hadn’t even looked at her. Didn’t even voice a hello.Not once.His sapphire-blue eyes had locked onto Ana, and nothing else had mattered.For the second time.A cool flick of irritation ran beneath her ribs, lodging itself somewhere deep inside her. She knew this was their grand reunion, knew th
*Ana*Standing between my aunt and uncle in the banquet hall, I must appreciate everyone’s hard work for the party. They really put in a lot of effort.The banquet hall is beautifully decorated with blue and gold streamers cascading down to the center of the high ceiling. Each arched window features a garland of fir and pine, filling the room with a clean yet sweet reminder of the winter outside. The candelabras are all set and lit with fresh beeswax candles, brightening the room and causing the windows to fog up slightly. The tables that line the walls are adorned with an assortment of cakes, meats, and double boilers filled with various types of blood for those who prefer.It’s everything I could have hoped for. And I swell with pride. So far, I think my first real celebration is going well. I gaze over the steady stream of new guests. Once again, I have to note that most of those arriving are unaccompanied men I spot yet another group. They put on a show by bowing or smiling at m
*Nicoli*“So… this is Nochten,” Nicoli whispered, his breath barely stirring the cold air. He paused at the threshold, eyes sweeping across the grand lobby. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was certainly different from home.His gaze traveled upward, taking in the domed ceiling overhead, the polished stone walls that gleamed in the candlelight. Beneath his feet, a mosaic of a bat soaring toward the moon—Nochten’s national symbol—stood in sharp contrast against the pristine white stone. The palace lacked the excessive paintings and portraits he was used to. Instead of gold trim and plush fabric, there was only carved stone and painted walls. Even the flooring was a departure from what he knew. No wood, only cold, solid stone.Nicoli's eyes caught the mosaic again, its intricate details holding him transfixed. Slowly, a small smile pulled at his lips.It suits her. He thought. Yes, it most definitely did. This was most definitely Ana’s home. But, where was Ana?He stepped further
*King Alexander*Alexander and Bratha walked down the side path leading to the gardens. It took him a moment to realize it, but when he did, he couldn’t help but smile a little. Even after all these years, it felt natural to take this path. The habit was still there after all this time.We always used to meet here.The memory stirred something deep within him—afternoons sprawled on soft blankets, the scent of wildflowers thick in the air, laughter curling between the hedges like vines. If he closed his eyes, he could hear it still—such wonderful times all together. Belidnda, Bratha, Parsul, himself–But when he opened them, all that remained was frost and silence.Now, the garden lay barren, stripped bare by winter. No vibrant petals, no soft grass, only brittle leaves crunching beneath their boots. And between them, a silence stretched too long.It had to be him who spoke first. Bratha would not. Her sense of morality dictated that burden to him.After all, he committed the greatest