captive

captive

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After war broke out on the night she turned eighteen, a princess was in captivity by the mysterious and merciless vampire clan; but when her family’s dark history with the blood drinkers started to unravel along with her captors’ sinister plan, she must break free from their clutches and claim the crown or die before she could even save her kingdom. *** Motherless, an heir to the throne, and betrothed to the Highest Knight, Princess Victoria was revered and loved by her dominion. When her kingdom lost in a war on the night she turned eighteen, she was taken captive by the strange and ruthless group of vampires, the Clan of The Blood Moon. Once living a life of royalty, comfort, and riches, she is now nothing but a prisoner— until the youngest of the clan, Lord Victor, took her in. Victoria uses the protection of the prince to know the truth about the blood drinkers; though she tries to keep herself far from the prince, Victor was different from the rest of the clan which pulled her deeply closer to him until she discovers the real ties of her family with the vampires. With the knowledge of the clan’s darker plans, Victoria is determined to escape and reclaim her kingdom but somebody akin to her arrived. With a torn heart, revelation of family secrets, and being united with a loved one; she needs to decide whether to trust someone she knew or heed the warnings of Victor. Will she risk it all? Will she be able to save her kingdom? Will she pay the price even if it is paid by blood?

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Chapter 1

The Morning Banquet

The rays of the sun entered my room in slivers of a thousand hues as they pierced through the stained glasses of my window. The room is empty, there were no maids that prepared for my dress or the servants that delivered me breakfast— I have woken up early. I stood up from the bed and sat down as I faced my vanity mirror. I brushed the locks from my snow-colored hair and detangled the strands that clung to each other. The palace was quiet at the moment, a rare thing to happen for the last 3 years. Since the death of my mother, the late Queen Eleanor, the King always found a way to distract himself from the lonely space my mother has left him with. He would hold banquets and balls, made festivities, and would go to war against the neighboring kingdoms for the sake of filling the gap my mother has left him.

I lifted the hem of my dress as I made my way towards the window in my room that oversaw the garden the late Queen has spent her time decorating and filling up with flowers that she loved. She filled it with flowers that she grew up within the kingdom she came from before she got betrothed to the King to strengthen an alliance. I rested my head against the pillar when the doors opened to noises of busy footsteps— my servants.

“M’lady, we have already warmed the water for your bath,” one of them stated with her head down, her eyes glued to the marble floors, “the King is waiting for you along with his constituents. He had prepared a feast,” she continued.

“My father and his friends could wait,” I replied as I passed her and the rest of the servants that lined up beside the door, “I’m going to visit my mother first.”

The servants bowed their heads and made sure to not get in my way as I sauntered out of my room. The knight outside followed me as I paved my way through the halls to reach the stairway. The clanking sound of his armor and his boots against the marble floors echoed through the palace as we took the stairs to the garden. I stopped on the landing and started to take off my sandals.

“Wait for me here,” I told the knight as I placed my slippers beside the staircase. He stood in position and in an instant he seemed like a statue, sculptured as a decoration my mother picked to guard the stairwell.

I took a step forward and felt the grass and earth beneath my feet. The dirt and soil under me felt freeing and reminded me of my mother. The vines grew out and the flowers bloomed in her garden, the weeds and wildflowers also started to appear. My father couldn’t have the strength to go here for this place reminded him of her so much. Since the Queen died, the garden became a place that nature started to retrieve.

The sunlight that sliced through the branches of trees illuminated the statues and the water on the fountain situated in the middle of the garden. There was enough light to show the beauty of a place that was allowed to go wild and unkempt. I paved my way towards the mausoleum my father ordered to be built to serve as the graveyard of the Queen. I plucked a rose as red as blood beside the door of her resting place, an offering that was meant to be given to her.

I turned the golden knob and slowly pushed the two doors open, it revealed a pearl white floor and a ceiling adorned with stained glasses that depicted the life of my mother. The light of the sun permeated the glasses which created different slivers of color that shined upon the paintings, statues, and large vases of flowers within the confines of the mausoleum’s walls.

The place was filled by the sound of running water from the fountain and fishes on the small pond inside the Queen’s resting place. I moved towards the pond and lifted the hem of my dress as I stepped in the waters. The cool embrace of the pond reminded me of the ocean outside the castle walls, the same beach where I used to go look for seashells when I was young. The fishes swam near me as their scales reflected the hues of the stained glasses which caused them to look like they were painted in different colors.

I walked towards the tomb of the Queen and placed the red rose I picked a while ago on top of her plaque. I sat down and allowed my fingers to trace the letters of her name carved on the golden plate.

“I miss you,” I said to her. My voice echoed through the place and I imagined it was her saying it back to me.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” I told her as a smile formed on my lips, “I wish you are here when I turn eighteen.”

I pressed both my hands on the cold surface of her tomb and leaned down to kiss her name.

“I love you, mother,” I whispered.

***

I walked out of the mausoleum and decided to sit beside the fountain, I watched how the moss thrived on the fountain like a huge green scar as it grew larger and larger each day— it slowly occupied everything. I looked towards the stairway in the hopes of beckoning the knight to deliver my slippers to me but he wasn’t there— he must have returned to guard the feast my father held this morning. I stood up and paved my way towards the stairs when a noise came from the small chamber near the stairs.

My feet felt the cold seep through my soles as I ventured towards the noise. The sound became louder and clearer with every step I have taken towards it. The sound of metal clanking, wood creaking, and muffled voices. The door was not locked, it has left a small space fit enough to peek. I glanced through the small crack and saw how the room was well lit with the sunlight which openly entered the chamber through the big window.

My eyes looked with curiosity as I saw Princess Veronica, my cousin and the daughter of my father’s late brother, kissed the knight who accompanied me down to the garden. I took a step back as a sudden feeling of shame took over my body. I ran up the stairs on my bare feet and swiftly walked towards the hall where my father held his morning banquet. I knew Princess Veronica has been doing that since the death of her father 2 years ago when she just turned 18. She would sneak out at night and play with men and use them for what she desires. The men wouldn’t reject her, for who were they to reject a princess? Why would they reject someone with royal blood who asked to share with them a carnal sin?

The hall has been decorated with gold and red and the table has been blessed with food and mead. The kitchen was in chaos right now especially at a time that they served my father’s alliances and close familial ties. The men from different kingdoms, who wore various colors that represented each of their heritage and culture, were in a serious discussion with the King as they shared a bountiful feast fit for royalties.

I sat beside the King as a servant quickly approached me to serve me my breakfast. My father looked at me and placed his hand on top of my hand that rested on my lap below the table. He squeezed it three times, communicated with me in a way to not disturb their ongoing discussion.

The servant came back with a plate of roasted chicken and lobsters and another plate filled with fruits. She poured me a fruit tonic on my chalice before she returned to her place and completely disappeared in the backdrop of the castle walls. I sliced the chicken and started to eat, it took my mind off of what I have seen in the garden.

“Where’s Veronica?” he whispered under his breath, only intended for me to hear.

“She’s in the garden,” I replied with my eyes that avoided him.

I saw the way he turned his gaze towards me, indirectly ordered me to say something.

“She’s playing with her toys,” I said as I locked my gaze with the King. He raised his eyebrow and I watched the way his lips moved to form questions for me to answer. But before he could speak, he was interrupted by a question that came from one of his constituents.

My father and his alliances talked about the wars that they have conquered and the kingdoms that failed to make them fall to their knees. They discussed their combat strategies and the war planning that they have made which led them to the success of these wars. Their discussions went on and on and not just to relive these battles— they have been preparing for an impending war.

“Are we sure that we will be able to come out as the victors of this war, King Regan?” A man who wore a blue coat and an embroidered print of the Western Sea’s mermaid sigil expressed as he put his knife and fork down.

“We are facing something that we haven’t faced before,” my father’s advisor spoke and everyone fell into a deafening silence.

The silence grew so loud that it felt like I have grown deaf and the world stopped spinning for a few minutes.

“I have decided to invite them here tomorrow night,” the King expressed which had led the men at the table to be either shocked or whispered disapprovals under their breath.

“I have sent my men to the Northernmost part of the Dark Woods and the peaks of the Dark Mountains. I sent them an invitation,” the King continued despite the cacophonies of arguments his constituents had expressed.

“What are you thinking, your Highness?” Lord Ardal, the King’s advisor, queried as he seemed to be perplexed by the King’s decision.

“We will invite them to a feast and discuss a way to find a ground where our Kingdoms could meet. An agreement that we would all benefit from,” my father explained.

“And besides,” he added, “it’s my daughter’s birthday tomorrow.” He looked at me and gave me his warmest smile as he held my hand tightly underneath the table.

“My Princess Victoria will turn eighteen,” he declared to the morning banquet, “and if my plan for peace fails,” the King paused to look at me, “my daughter’s birthday is something I would want to celebrate before a bloody war,” he continued as the room went into a series of cries that were thirsty for violence and bloodbaths.

I stared at my plate of an unfinished meal as I wrapped my head around what the King just said.

Tomorrow,

A feast would be held but there will also be blood.

My father squeezed my hand three times.

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Angela Pickrem
Ive read it to the very last chapter, hoping it would continue on. But not 1 update on a good story. What a shame to leave books unfinished and yet expect people to spend money to read. This isnt fair to leave us hanging after we have already invested time and money to read the 38 chapters you have
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K.A.Tilson
love this so far!
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i am enjoying it so far, please keep updating :) by the way, if you have any social media to keep up with your readers, would you please let me know? thanks in advance :)
2021-07-13 12:04:39
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maria kristine trabasas
as always I was amazed with the story
2021-07-04 21:48:10
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maria kristine trabasas
Beautiful story as always
2021-07-03 21:12:43
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maria kristine trabasas
Looking forward for more chapter ☺️
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The story was very beautiful ❤️
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I love it! I am looking forward for the next chapters.
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38 Chapters
The Morning Banquet
The rays of the sun entered my room in slivers of a thousand hues as they pierced through the stained glasses of my window. The room is empty, there were no maids that prepared for my dress or the servants that delivered me breakfast— I have woken up early. I stood up from the bed and sat down as I faced my vanity mirror. I brushed the locks from my snow-colored hair and detangled the strands that clung to each other. The palace was quiet at the moment, a rare thing to happen for the last 3 years. Since the death of my mother, the late Queen Eleanor, the King always found a way to distract himself from the lonely space my mother has left him with. He would hold banquets and balls, made festivities, and would go to war against the neighboring kingdoms for the sake of filling the gap my mother has left him. I lifted the hem of my dress as I made my way towards the window in my room that oversaw the garden the late Queen has spent her time decorating and filling up with flowers
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The Coming Days of Blood
I left the table and I was on my way to my room after the King dismissed his constituents and ended the morning banquet. My father laughed at how I forgot to take a bath before I joined them at the feast. He bid farewell as he has a lot of work to do in regards to the preparation for any possible thing that might happen tomorrow. “Are you sure this is the right thing to do, father?” I asked him before he could leave. There was a moment of silence between us as we both stared at the large painting of our family which hung on the castle wall. “I see no other way, Victoria,” he replied and he released a heavy sigh, it showed how troubled he was with what was coming. “But it would be dangerous for us,” I countered, “for the kingdom, for our family,” I added. “For you,” I said in a pointed voice, I made sure he would understand the risks that he took by his decision. He stared at the face of my mother on the painting as if he begged her to come back and he
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The Secrecy
He sat on the couch right next to me with both of my hands in his palms. He gently rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand and smiled when he caught me staring at him. Sir William Ryder was the Knight Commander in our kingdom and one of the people the King trusted the most. He just turned 18 yet he was considered one of the noblest men in the kingdom. William lifted my hand and pressed it against his lips, gently made his way to my palm, and kissed his way to my fingers. I just watched him as the fear of the war tomorrow loomed at the back of my head. If things do not go according to the King’s plan, there will be bloodshed and killings tomorrow. The start of the war would happen deep inside the castle walls and at the heart of the kingdom. There will only be swords that clashed against each other, weapons that dismembered bodies, blood, violence, pain, death— the King may perish as well as William. I looked away and took my hand from him as the thought of their demise cloud
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The Broken King
The moon pulled the blanket of stars over the bright sun as it shined its last rays of light. It spread across the sky like splattered paint on a canvas as the bright orange, yellow, and red blended in and out of each other. William already left after the moment we shared in the bath, he kissed my lips and bid me goodbye, he left me a promise of attending the ball tomorrow night. I felt the remnants of his touches and lips against mine, how his presence erased everything that I feared for tomorrow. I walked towards the large window as the light of the sun-washed my room in a golden hue. The sun bled through the peaks of the Dark Mountains and put up the Dark Woods in red color like they were blazed by fire. I still don’t believe the things that William told me in the fitting chamber a while ago. But there was still the feeling of uncertainty and fear that loomed in the back of my mind for such stories to be real. My mother told me a story about the blood drinkers when I was
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The Arrival of the Far Northerners
I headed towards the stairs as the cries of my father were brought to my ears by the wind. I walked up the stairs, past the hallways, and up to the door of my room. I slowly pushed it open and there sat on my bed was William in an article of regal clothing and his sword hanging from his hip— he must have been woken up by my father. “Victoria,” he slowly said as he paced towards me. He pulled me close to him and locked me within his embrace. My face fitted perfectly on his chest and his scent of roses filled me with safety and nostalgia. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me on my forehead. “Why are you here?” I looked up and I saw his eyes stared down at me. “The King ordered me and the knights to look for you, he feared you ran away from the castle.” He lowered his hand down my back towards my waist. William gently guided me towards my bed. “But why are you here in my room?” I sat down on my sheets. “The King asked me to stay with
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The Clan of The Blood Moon
The crowd was hushed and the silence lingered, it was so quiet to a deafening point. The music faded in the background, not even murmurs and whispers were dared to be done by the crowd. Everyone’s eyes were glued on the flock of the Far Northerners. I could see the muscles in William’s arms and the veins on his hand as he gripped tightly around the handle of his sword. His eyes locked towards them with his body ready to swing his sword if they made the wrong move. The woman with blonde hair and striking eyes smirked at him, almost amused with William’s readied defense. “I see you got a really warm welcome waiting for us here,” Lord Zakariah stated in a delighted voice as he took a glance at William and the rest of the knights with their hands on their swords. My father gave William a look and waved off the other knights to which they responded by bringing down their defenses. “King Regan Coventry of Fardojar, The Northwestern Kingdom,” my father introduced himself as
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The Second Prince
I bolted my door shut and rested my back behind it. My mind seemed to be in shambles as it tried to wrap around the things that had happened. I sat down on the floor of my room and tucked my knees in front of me. Screams and cries echoed throughout the castle and in response, I placed my hands over my ears to try and silence them. The things William said to me were not merely scary stories that mothers told their children— they are real. This is the reason my father is scared of them. They are not like us— they are the blood drinkers. I stood up as I thought of my father as I have known that one of these creatures is with him. I need to find him and be with him. The more I stay here, the higher the chance one of them will stumble upon me. My head went back to the way Lord Victor reacted to his drink and how it had killed some of their soldiers. I ran to the windows of my room and gazed upon the garden of my mother. My eyes scanned the place as they fell upon differen
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The Vanquisher’s Sword
I took the flight of stairs to the hall. The screams still echoed throughout the castle and the sound of swords and armors hitting the floor was enough for me to tell that we lost the war. I took a left turn but the soldiers of the clan were there, they feasted on a knight that writhed on the floor. They left the moment the knight took his last breath and decided to terrorize somewhere else. I grabbed the chance and ran down the hall towards the combat room where William and I went yesterday. I turned left towards the chamber but quickly went back in the shadows and backed myself against the wall. A soldier of the Northerners outside the door that had cornered a young woman in an emerald dress— a young woman from the Eastern Sea Kingdom. She begged and cried, she asked him to spare her life. But the vampire did not heed her and proceeded to pin her against the wall and bite her neck. She screamed and clawed his back, tears streamed down her face. She tried to push hi
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The Heir to the Throne
I hurriedly took the King down the stairs and we soon reached a small chamber. I closed the door behind us and laid him down on the small bench. He tried to catch his breath as he winced in pain because of his wide wound. I ripped the curtain from the wall and tied it around his side to stop his bleeding. “Father, we need to go,” I said to him as his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, “I need to take you to the mausoleum…we are safe there.” I wiped the blood that had caked on his cheek. He did not respond. “Father…please, we need to go,” I reiterated. He shook his head from side to side. He took my hand in his palm and held it tight. “Where’s your crown?” He asked and I quickly reached for my crown and it wasn’t there, it must have fallen on my way to rescue him. He took his crown and placed it on my head, he secured it in place. “No…” I told him as tears streamed down my face, “I can’t let you do this,” I argued. He smiled at me and wipe
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The Man on Bendes Knees
The rest of the Clan and the soldiers chased me as I made my way through the halls of the castle. I took the stairs towards the garden and went inside my mother’s mausoleum. I watched the Clan and the soldier stopped at the entrance of the garden. They looked at the vervain that covered the whole structure and I could see how their eyes burned in rage. I quickly locked the door and ran to the tomb of my mother. I kneeled beside her tomb and cried as the crown and sword fell to the ground. The sound of metal as it hit the floor echoed throughout the chamber. I cried loudly and called out to my mother. I laid on the floor and folded in a fetal position as I hugged my knees in fear. My mother died and now my father and possibly William. Sooner or later, they will find a way to get me. I need to get out of here. I tried to open the tomb of my mother. I struggled as I tried to push the heavy marble covers to pry it open. My palms pressed sharply against the marble and it
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