《Blended Enemies: A Royal Arrangement》 Chapter 1 ¡°Naomi, you have to tell me. Why are they here?¡± I pressed, trapping her in the dimly lit corridor, my voice sharp with suspicion. This was seriously strange. ¡°I can¡¯t,¡± she whispered, her eyes darting nervously before she practically bolted, her retreating footsteps echoing my own rising anxiety. Ugh, secrets. My first instinct was to storm Father¡¯s war room and demand answers. Vampires and Minx mingling? Since when? The only thing we ever exchanged was bloodshed, not pleasantries. I stomped towards the meeting room, ready to unleash my royal wrath, but stopped short. Picking a fight with Father in front of a pack of bloodsuckers? Not the smartest move. It would just fuel his already-infuriating disapproval of me, adding another scar to our battlefield of a relationship. Grumbling under my breath, I retreated to my room, the cloying, silvery scent of vampire clinging to the air like a bad omen. Flopping onto my bed, the cool silk a welcome contrast to the simmering frustration inside me, I squeezed my eyes shut. What the hell is going on? Why am I the last to know? Just as my annoyance reached a fever pitch, Dom slipped quietly into my room. Candlelight flickered across his caramel-toned face, accentuating his familiar features. Though a soldier, and thus beneath my station, even I couldn¡¯t deny his appeal. ¡°Dom! What are you doing here?¡± I hissed, peering down the hall before quickly shutting the door. ¡°We have a system for a reason! What if someone saw you?¡± ¡°Relax, Lor. Everyone¡¯s destracted by our visitors,¡± he replied, his voice calm, but with an underlying urgency that set my teeth on edge. ¡°So, the entire castle knows what¡¯s going on except me?¡± I snapped, the words sharp with annoyance. ¡°Just the soldiers.¡± ¡°And Naomi,¡± I muttered, my jaw tight. Traitor. It stung that my maid was privy to royal affairs while I was kept in the dark. ¡°Are you here to tell me you can¡¯t say anything either?¡± ¡°No, I came to warn you.¡± He ran a hand through his thick, black curls, the silver rings on his fingers glinting in the candlelight. ¡°Don¡¯t let your father know I¡ª¡± ¡°Just tell me!¡± I practically yelled, my patience snapping like a dry twig. ¡°Your father is offering them a peace treaty.¡± ¡°A peace treaty? That¡¯s insane! How?¡± My voice trembled, a ripple of unease spreading through me. ¡°A marriage alliance.¡± ¡°Marriage? Who¡¯s going to¡ª¡± The horrifying realization slammed into me like a physical blow. ¡°No. It can¡¯t be¡ª¡± ¡°Yes, Lor.¡± Dom¡¯s voice was soft, filled with a sorrow that mirrored my own. My mouth went dry, the room spinning. I stumbled back, clutching at my throat, desperate for air. Dom reached for me, but I flinched away. ¡°Don¡¯t,¡± I choked out. Each breath was a struggle, a physical manifestation of the pain that tore through me. How could Father do this? He hesitated, then cautiously placed a hand on my shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Lor,¡± he murmured, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my skin. ¡°Get out,¡± I whispered, the words barely audible. ¡°Loretta, we need to talk¡ª¡± Anger surged through me, hot and blinding. I shoved his hand away. ¡°Just leave! I don¡¯t want to talk. Get out!¡± ¡°Princess, I understand you¡¯re angry, but¡ª¡± ¡°Get the fuck out of my room!¡± The words were raw, ripped from the gaping wound in my chest. The hurt in Dom¡¯s eyes twisted something inside me, but he obeyed, his expression a mixture of resignation and heartbreak. If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. I slammed the door, my ear pressed against the cold wood, a desperate sliver of hope flickering that he might return, offer some solace, some impossible escape from this nightmare. But his station, his duty, bound him as tightly as mine bound me. Only silence answered. A heavy, suffocating silence thick with the bitter taste of betrayal. The urge to run after him, to offer a whispered apology, a desperate explanation, was almost unbearable. I¡¯m so sorry, Dom. I¡¯m so, so sorry. But the weight of duty, the searing injustice of it all, held me captive. I had to face my father. I had to fight this alone. Taking a deep breath, I marched down the red-carpeted corridor, each step a declaration of war. Past the kitchens, past the dining hall, and into the cavernous library. Father¡¯s office loomed at the back, a dark fortress behind imposing double doors. Hesitating only for a heartbeat, I pushed through, resolve hardening my heart. The room crackled with tension. Father sat at his desk, encircled by a cadre of vampires, their dark figures radiating a palpable aura of power and intrigue, their voices a low murmur of hushed conversation. Their gazes snapped to me, predatory eyes assessing my intrusion. But it was the prince¡ªNeltavio¡ªwho captured my attention, his gaze a magnetic force I couldn¡¯t escape. The stories of his brutality hadn¡¯t prepared me for¡­ this. He radiated power, a dark, compelling energy that made the room tilt on its axis. The scar above his eye, a stark reminder of our bloody history, didn¡¯t detract from his unsettling beauty. If anything, it added a dangerous edge. He watched me from his seat, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips. Heat flooded my cheeks, settling low in my stomach. Why does he affect me like this? I loathed the involuntary reaction, the way my body betrayed me. ¡°Father, we need to talk,¡± I managed, forcing my gaze away from the infuriatingly captivating prince. But the words felt weak, lost in the suffocating tension. ¡°I¡¯m guessing someone¡¯s already filled you in on the wonderful news,¡± Father said, his voice laced with disapproval. ¡°Wonderful news?¡± I retorted, unable to keep the disgust from my voice. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve graced us with your presence, perhaps you could introduce yourself.¡± Father¡¯s eyes glittered with a warning, daring me to disobey. I let the silence hang for a beat, then said, ¡°Hi.¡± The word was clipped, a shard of defiance in the tense atmosphere. Father cleared his throat, a strained smile plastered on his lips. ¡°Prince Neltavio, King Serphen, allow me to present my daughter, Princess Loretta. We are both overjoyed at the prospect of uniting our families through this alliance, securing a lasting peace.¡± ¡°Speak for yourself! I will not go through with this!¡± My declaration hung in the air, a challenge thrown down like a gauntlet. King Leonebus¡¯s reaction was immediate and furious. His lips peeled back, revealing sharp, predatory fangs. He rose, a storm gathering force, and for a terrifying moment, I thought he might actually attack me. Instead, he grabbed my arm, hauling me towards the exit. I wrenched myself free, my defiance flaring. ¡°I refuse to leave!¡± I shouted, my gaze sweeping over the assembled vampires. ¡°This meeting, this farce, needs to end! None of you are welcome here!¡± ¡°Get out, Loretta!¡± Father¡¯s voice cracked like a whip. Humiliation burned in my cheeks as I backed out of the room, the weight of my failure crushing me. I spun on my heel and fled, my mind a whirlwind of anger and betrayal. Back in my chambers, I paced, the mirror reflecting my inner turmoil. What in the seven hells is going on? A marriage to secure peace? Using me as a pawn? This is absolute lunacy. I stared at my reflection, hating the helplessness that clung to me. An hour crawled by, each tick of the clock amplifying my frustration. Then, a soft knock at the door broke through my swirling thoughts. Expecting Dom, I flung it open. Instead, it was Prince Neltavio. His presence radiated through the doorway, instantly suffocating the room. My lungs seized. He was tall and lean, but with a wiry strength that radiated from him. Pale skin, stark against the darkness of his hair, and eyes¡­ Eyes that were like black ice, captivating and chilling all at once. The stories of his ruthlessness hadn''t prepared me for how utterly¡­ breathtaking he was. It was infuriating. The corners of his mouth tilted upwards, revealing a flash of sharp fangs. His gaze held mine, dark and compelling, stealing the words from my tongue. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. ¡°What the hell are you doing at my door?¡± I glanced down the corridor, realizing it was just him and me. Suddenly, my room felt smaller, the air thick with his unsettling presence. ¡°Who let you come here?¡± I managed, my voice tighter than intended. ¡°That¡¯s certainly a¡­ memorable way to introduce yourself to your future husband,¡± he said, his expression unreadable. ¡°We met downstairs. Why are you here?¡± My voice wavered slightly, a tremor of unease beneath my forced composure. Despite my attempt at authority, I could feel myself unraveling under his intense gaze. ¡°That, my dear princess, was hardly an introduction.¡± He stepped closer, his height casting a shadow over me. A shiver, involuntary and unwelcome, danced down my spine. ¡°More of a dramatic performance, wouldn¡¯t you say? Truth be told, I¡¯m not particularly thrilled about this arranged marriage either, but alas, such are the sacrifices we make for the greater good.¡± His voice, smooth as dark velvet, held a hint of steel. ¡°So, tell me, spoiled, is that dramatic display your typical response to not getting your way?¡± ¡°When it involves a bloodsucking beast, yes. Now, why are you here?¡± ¡°Is that truly how you see me, spoiled?¡± His jaw tightened, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, instantly hardening into a predatory gleam. He invaded my space, his dark, smoldering gaze holding a silent promise of retribution. He studied me, a slow, deliberate perusal that made my breath catch in my throat. ¡°I see right through that bossy facade, Princess.¡± The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made me shudder. ¡°Beneath all those layers of indignant defiance,¡± his voice dropped to a husky murmur, sending another involuntary tremor through me, ¡°is a girl yearning for a man to put her in her place.¡± He paused, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement as he watched the blush rise in my cheeks. He leaned closer, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. ¡°What I could do, with just a touch, a whisper¡­¡± He trailed off, his gaze lingering on my lips, leaving the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air. He eased away, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he¡¯d just discovered a delicious secret. ¡°You¡¯re delusional,¡± I retorted, my voice trembling slightly, despite my attempt to maintain a defiant facade. ¡°And you disgust me. You think a few whispered threats will intimidate me? You¡¯re wrong.¡± I stepped back, putting as much distance between us as the confines of my room allowed. ¡°I won¡¯t marry you. I won¡¯t be controlled by you. And you certainly won¡¯t ever touch me.¡± My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the rising tide of fear and¡­ something else. Something I refused to acknowledge. I loathed how easily he unsettled me, how my body reacted despite my mind¡¯s furious protests. ¡°Such defiance, spoiled. Such fire. It¡¯s intriguing.¡± His gaze lingered, possessive and unnerving, before he straightened, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sleep well, princess." And with that, he turned and disappeared down the corridor, leaving me trembling in the wake of his potent presence, the unsettling certainty that sleep would be a long time coming. Despite my fury, despite my fear, one terrifying truth lingered: some twisted, rebellious part of me ached to know exactly what Prince Neltavio could do. Chapter 2 I couldn¡¯t stand the irritating shuffle of my maids¡¯ feet across the floor, their heels clacking with unnecessary urgency. As a minx lycan female, my heightened senses made every sound feel like an assault, especially in the morning. We were a peculiar breed - cursed with pointless fangs that barely grew and no ability to transform. The women of our kind were essentially defenseless, which made my father¡¯s obsession with protection all the more suffocating. ¡°Princess?¡± Kira¡¯s voice pierced through my blanket fortress. My twelve-year-old maid had already mastered handling my morning temperament, bless her heart. ¡°I have breakfast.¡± I kept my face buried under the silken sheets, my voice coming out strained and muffled. ¡°Just leave it!¡± The scent of ham and cheese omelet wafted through the fabric, making my useless fangs ache slightly. Naomi¡¯s familiar footsteps approached, followed by the sound of her swiping the tray from Kira¡¯s hands. The food cart rattled as she set it down with more force than necessary. I heard her dismiss Kira, who scurried away to prepare my bath. ¡°The king requires your presence in an hour.¡± Naomi¡¯s voice carried an unusual edge as she yanked my blanket down to my waist. ¡°There¡¯s a council meeting about your betrothal.¡± My stomach churned at the word. ¡°There will be no betrothal. I¡¯m not marrying that foul beast.¡± The mere thought of Prince Nel made my skin crawl, though my treacherous body seemed to disagree due to his nearness. ¡°Regardless, it is my job to make sure you eat, dress, and attend the meeting.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t wish to go.¡± I pulled the blanket back over my face, but Naomi¡¯s unexpected boldness had it on the floor in seconds. My jaw dropped at her audacity. This wasn¡¯t the bouncy, ever-smiling Naomi I knew. Something was definitely wrong. Before I could berate her about my precious silk duvet, she burst out, ¡°Princess, please! Your father has been utterly unbearable. He¡¯s convinced I¡¯m the one who told you about the impending marriage and continues to blame me for the¡­unfortunate events of last night. He threatened to dismiss me if today doesn¡¯t proceed flawlessly. Just this once, could you please comply?¡± Her words melted my anger. I reached for her hand, feeling the slight tremor in her fingers as I clasped them. ¡°I¡¯m sorry about my father. You needn¡¯t report to him anymore.¡± The weight of everything pressed down on my chest. ¡°I¡¯m overwhelmed myself. Terrified that I can¡¯t talk Father out of marrying me off to the enemy. Maybe I¡¯ll just run away.¡± My mind betrayed me by conjuring images of Prince Nel¡¯s insufferably handsome face. Our encounter left me rattled, his intrusion into my bedroom playing on repeat was a nightmare. Yet what terrified me most was how my body responded to his presence - the way my useless fangs tingled, how my pulse quickened. As a minx lycan, I should have been repulsed by his vampire scent alone, but instead¡­ Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. I forced the thoughts away, barely registering Naomi¡¯s continued reassurances until she brightened with an idea. ¡°Why don¡¯t you use that strong voice of yours to speak against the marriage at the meeting? There must be another way to form peace.¡± Taking a deep breath, I considered her words. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯re right. I¡¯m certain the Council of Ten will agree with me. I know they oppose Father¡¯s plan.¡± Hope flickered in my chest. ¡°Maybe I can get them to back me or even sway him to call off this peace treaty.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not such a bad thing to end our quarrel with them. The vampire family seemed agreeable before they left last night.¡± I shot her an incredulous look. ¡°I hope you¡¯re not serious. We can never trust vampires after all they¡¯ve done.¡± I was soon to depart for the nearby town of Ractun, where the cobblestone streets would be teeming with a morning bustle I had no desire to encounter. The Council Hall stood at the town¡¯s center, isolated and imposing, the surrounding market stalls and rows of houses forming a respectful perimeter, as I vaguely recalled from my single childhood visit. I¡¯d never imagined I¡¯d one day be at the heart of one of their crucial meetings. Dom, his posture rigid and formal, met me at the castle entrance to escort me. The tension radiating from him was palpable, a clear indication that last night¡¯s encounter still weighed heavily on his mind. A shiver of unease ran down my spine as I took in the increased number of guards accompanying him, their presence a stark reminder of the heightened security measures. The streets of the castle were lined with soldiers, weapons glinting ominously in the morning light, an unsettling testament to the vampire delegation¡¯s presence within our walls. When we reached the carriage, Dom¡¯s touch was feather-light as he helped me inside, his fingers barely grazing mine. The interior welcomed me with plush rosy velour seating and heavy curtains that could be drawn for privacy, complete with wooden shutters. It felt more like a mobile fortress than a carriage. Dom took his seat opposite me, his gaze fixed somewhere over my left shoulder. The silence between us felt heavier than the morning mist clinging to the windows. This wasn¡¯t his usual protective distance maintained for propriety¡¯s sake - this was hurt, raw and palpable. ¡°Dom, are you okay?¡± I started to rise, intending to close the distance between us, but the carriage lurched forward, sending me back into my seat. Not even a hint of his usual amused smile crossed his face at my graceless tumble. ¡°So you¡¯re just gonna ignore me?¡± He hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees, his expression dark with thought. ¡°I hate how you are sometimes. The way you threw me out of your room like I don¡¯t have feelings too.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you¡¯re acting this way? You know I care for you.¡± The words felt hollow even as I said them, inadequate against the depth of emotion in his eyes. ¡°Funny way of showing it.¡± ¡°I was wrong, I know. I just needed time to absorb what you told me, be alone.¡± ¡°I understand, Lor, but that was a perfect time to discuss what this means for us.¡± His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. ¡°We¡¯re lucky if nobody hears us now.¡± ¡°Nothing changes! I¡¯m not marrying him. I have a plan.¡± I tried to inject confidence into my voice, but Dom¡¯s bitter laugh cut through my bravado. Did he find me so useless? ¡°I desperately want to believe you, but the grim reality is that your father and the vampires have already solidified their agreement.¡± His hands clenched into fists. ¡°My intention last night wasn¡¯t merely to inform you, Loretta, but to devise a way for you to escape this predicament. Allow me to truly cherish and protect you.¡± My heart stuttered. ¡°You want to run away together?¡± ¡°I refuse to stand by and watch the woman I love be forced into a marriage with a blood-sucking monster. So yes, I¡¯ve been formulating plans since the first whispers of this union reached my ears.¡± The raw conviction in his voice made my chest ache. ¡°If things don¡¯t go in my favor today, I¡¯ll consider it. No point in running away if my father calls this off.¡± The words came easily - too easily. How many times had I told Dom what he wanted to hear? The thought of fleeing had crossed my mind, but not like this. Not with a man whose love I couldn¡¯t fully return. A soldier¡¯s life, a commoner¡¯s existence - it wasn¡¯t the future I was meant for. ¡°I don¡¯t see no other way around this, but sure.¡± The defeat in his voice matched the empty look in his eyes. His gaze fixed on the floor, hands clasped tightly in his lap. I could see the words building behind his pressed lips, but he remained silent for the rest of the journey. As the carriage rolled along the uneven road, I leaned back, my mind racing. Would things turn out in my favor, or was my fate truly sealed? The weight of Dom¡¯s unspoken words hung between us, heavier than any crown I¡¯d ever worn. Chapter 3 I followed Dom into the massive three-story hall, my breath catching at the sight above. Sunlight streamed through towering windows, casting ribbons of gold across the wooden planks that divided the monument into its east and west wings. I couldn¡¯t help but lag behind, drawn to the weathered statues of my ancestors tucked into shadowy corners. Their stone eyes seemed to follow me, judging my every move. Two doors beckoned ¨C one to the left, one to the right. Before I could decide which to take, Dom darted through the left entrance. I hurried after him, my footsteps echoing in the sacred space. The conference room beyond took my breath away. Ninety council members perched on tiered wooden benches that climbed toward the ceiling like a giant¡¯s staircase. They wore their finest ¨C crisp button-ups and perfectly tailored jackets. Some had even chosen to display their minx forms, their fur gleaming in the filtered light. All eyes were fixed on my father, King Leonebus, as he commanded the podium. At ground level, the Council of Ten sat apart on their own bench, their archaic robes a reminder of traditions I sometimes wished we could leave behind. My father¡¯s deep voice filled every corner of the room as Dom and I slipped in behind him. He shot us a quick, narrowed glance, his nostrils flaring with that familiar look of contempt I¡¯d grown used to. I held my breath until he turned away, letting it out in a quiet whoosh of relief. I forced myself to listen as he continued, though every word made me want to scream. My nails dug into my palms as I bit back the urge to shout exactly what I thought about this whole situation. I yearned for the chance to speak, to defend myself, but the meeting appeared to be concluding. ¡°The vampires are no longer our adversaries, nor are we theirs,¡± my father declared, his voice ringing with an authority I simultaneously respected and chafed against. ¡°A royal marriage will forge a bond between vampires and minx, securing a vital peace. While I value your input, the decision is ultimately mine.¡± He sank into his chair with the practiced theatricality that had become his trademark, resting his cheek against his palm. With a dismissive gesture, he indicated the upper row where Felix sat, his silver fur shimmering in the light, a stark visual of the proposed union. Felix cleared his throat, and I felt my heart sink. ¡°My king, I fully support your decision. The accountability law has been remarkably successful; vampire attacks have all but vanished since its enactment. Their commitment to justice is undeniable, mirroring our own implementation of the law and fostering a foundation of mutual respect and equitable treatment. This proposed union will solidify this growing peace, forging an unbreakable bond between our two peoples.¡± My eyebrows knitted together as disappointment coursed through me. Great, another one won over by this madness. I lingered behind my father¡¯s chair, scanning for an empty seat while silently willing someone ¨C anyone ¨C to speak against this insanity. Just as I spotted an open bench, I realized Dom had disappeared. Typical. Leave me to face this nightmare alone, why don¡¯t you? An elderly voice from the Council of Ten caught my attention, pulling me back to the present crisis¡­ His voice cut through the tension like a rusty blade. ¡°Our ancestors trusted the Ustorians once before, and they lived to regret that choice.¡± His words dripped with venom as he continued, ¡°History tells us of blood-drinkers who preyed on our women, of immortal monsters who cloaked their sins in false perfection.¡± He swept his gaze across the bleachers, drawing strength from the rapt attention of his audience. ¡°Have all of you forgotten the aftermath of The War of Cursed Blood? The betrayal? The rivers of blood? To wed one of our own to them ¨C it would be sacrilege, a mockery of every life lost to their treachery.¡± The old man struggled to his feet, using his wooden staff as a crutch. He fixed my father with rheumy eyes, his forehead creased with desperate sincerity. ¡°My king, I beg you to remember our past. If the princess bears the prince¡¯s children, their blood will be¡­¡± he paused, his lip curling in disgust, ¡°contaminated. Is that truly what you desire? Heirs who are abominations to both our peoples?¡± Stolen novel; please report. ¡°How dare you!¡± Felix¡¯s voice thundered from behind. The pain in his tone made my chest tighten. ¡°I¡¯ll say it again,¡± the elder sneered. ¡°Your judgment is clouded by your¡­ personal preferences. You enjoy consorting with the enemy, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Watch your tongue, old man!¡± Felix snarled, his voice dangerously low. ¡°No, you watch yourself! Spawning demon children! There¡¯s a reason your son isn¡¯t here ¨C banished to live with his cursed mother where he belongs!¡± What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Felix launched himself from the bleachers, his minx form a blur of silver fury, claws extended and fangs bared. A guard materialized between them, sending Felix flying backward with a devastating blow. I watched, horrified, as his body skidded across an empty bench before he stormed out, rage radiating from every fur on his body. My father¡¯s hands strangled the armrests of his chair, his knuckles white with tension. I could see the muscle in his jaw working as he tried to maintain control. Finally, he exploded to his feet, his fists crashing against the podium with a crack that made me jump. ¡°I DEMAND ORDER!¡± The room fell silent, but the word he spoke next sent ice through my veins: ¡°Valmorin.¡± Confused murmurs rippled through the chamber. I watched my father¡¯s shoulders sag as he gripped the podium, as if the weight of what he was about to say might crush him. ¡°They¡¯ve returned. That¡¯s why we must unite with the vampires ¨C that¡¯s the truth of it.¡± A voice from the back row protested, ¡°Those monsters were destroyed generations ago! The curse was broken¡ª¡± ¡°The curse lives.¡± My father¡¯s voice trembled ¨C something I¡¯d never heard before. He dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief, and for the first time in my life, I saw real fear in his eyes. ¡°One of our villages¡­ massacred. Another pack spotted in Zayrut Mountain. My scouts believe they¡¯ve made it their stronghold.¡± His gaze found mine, and I felt my stomach drop. I¡¯d never really heard of the Valmorin ¨C they were before my time, relegated to whispered legends I¡¯d somehow missed. But the terror on my father¡¯s face told me everything I needed to know. ¡° We need this alliance,¡± he continued. ¡°The marriage is our best hope. Something far worse than our old grievances awaits us all.¡± He turned to a soldier in the corner. ¡°Bring it in.¡± What they dragged in next would haunt my nightmares forever¡­ The soldiers dragged in something wrapped in a dripping tarp, dropping it with a sickening thud in front of the podium. When they ripped away the covering, chaos erupted. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a scream. The creature was headless, its mangled body riddled with arrows, but even mutilated, its presence commanded terror. Seven feet of twisted muscle and razor-sharp claws, still coated in what could only be dried blood. A putrid stench hit me ¨C like death and vampire mixed together, but somehow worse. My stomach churned as I stared at the monstrosity, unable to look away. My skin prickled with goosebumps as that undefinable dread spread through my chest. I looked to my father, desperate for answers. The fear in his eyes ¨C something I¡¯d never seen before ¨C made my blood run cold. King Leonebus, the man who faced down armies without flinching, was afraid. Actually afraid. ¡°Father?¡± My voice came out smaller than I intended, my eyes fixed on the creature¡¯s elongated torso. ¡°What is it?¡± His response felt like ice water in my veins. ¡°It¡¯s a Valmorin. Vampire mixed with minx.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what happens when¡­¡± I couldn¡¯t finish the thought. ¡°No.¡± He shook his head grimly. ¡°This is the result of a curse ¨C a mockery of love between minx and vampire. A punishment for their children.¡± He drew a deep breath, and I knew whatever came next would change everything I thought I knew about our history. ¡°Centuries ago, we lived in harmony with the vampires. But a vampire sorcerer named Ahkmen Vor couldn¡¯t stomach our unity. He created a plague targeting those of mixed blood.¡± My father¡¯s voice grew hoarse. ¡°They fell ill. They died. Their loved ones mourned and buried them, but¡­¡± He gestured at the creature, his hand trembling. ¡°This is what they became. They clawed their way from their graves, led by Ahkmen and his rebels. The war that followed¡­ our ancestors only survived because the vampires fought beside us.¡± I felt sick. ¡°But they killed him, right? This Ahkmen?¡± ¡°They did.¡± A ghost of a smile crossed his face before vanishing. ¡°They thought his death would break the curse.¡± His gaze lingered on the grotesque form before him. ¡°They were wrong.¡± ¡°This is¡­¡± I struggled to find words strong enough. ¡°This is horrific. Impossible.¡± But the proof lay before us, and suddenly the Council of Ten¡¯s stubborn resistance crumbled in the face of this new threat. That night, I lay in my bed, my mind spinning with everything I¡¯d learned. The Valmorin¡¯s existence changed everything ¨C even I had to admit that. But marriage? To a vampire prince? There has to be another way to secure an alliance, I thought, pressing my cheek into my pillow. A soft knock interrupted my brooding. Hoping it might be Dom ¨C we desperately needed to talk now that my fate was sealed ¨C I dragged myself from the bed. But when I opened the door, my father¡¯s imposing figure filled the frame instead. ¡°Father?¡± ¡°Hello, my daughter.¡± His voice was uncharacteristically gentle. ¡°May I come in?¡± I stepped aside, watching him enter with quick, purposeful strides. Whatever brought him here at this hour had to be important. ¡°I came to apologize,¡± he said, ¡°for putting you in this position.¡± Hope fluttered in my chest. ¡°Then you¡¯ll reconsider? Please, don¡¯t make me marry him. There must be another way¡ª¡± He cut me off with a sharp shake of his head. ¡°Actually, I¡¯ve come for the opposite reason.¡± The words hit me like a physical blow. ¡°The marriage has been finalized. You leave for Ustoria tonight.¡± Chapter 4 My father¡¯s words hit me like a physical blow. Live among vampires? Tonight? The room tilted sideways as panic clawed its way up my throat, tears burning behind my eyes before spilling over. I tried to breathe, but each inhale felt like swallowing glass. My legs, no longer under my command, carried me backward until I collapsed onto the edge of my bed. I clutched my elbows, a futile attempt to hold myself together as my world shattered around me. The polished floor shimmered through a veil of tears, each drop a stinging betrayal. I couldn¡¯t bear to look at him ¨C this man, a stranger disguised in my father¡¯s face. The man who had taught me to ride, who had sheltered me during storms, who had vowed to always be my protector¡­ now bartered me away like a prize mare. The realization cut deep, another wound in my already aching heart. There has to be a reason, I thought desperately. Father never does anything without purpose. But whatever his grand plan was, he clearly had no intention of sharing it with me. His only offering of comfort was a simple handkerchief, as if a scrap of cloth could dry an ocean of tears. I forced myself to stop crying, suddenly aware of how useless my breakdown was. If tears wouldn¡¯t move him, perhaps logic would. But before I could marshal my thoughts into any kind of coherent argument, his voice cut through my planning. ¡°I don¡¯t expect you to grasp the intricacies of why this union must endure, but your duty compels you to comply.¡± His words sliced me like a sword. ¡°It¡¯s time you cease your self-absorption and consider the needs of your kingdom.¡± What could I say to that? My whispered ¡°Okay¡± felt like surrender. His words were not yet done. Kneeling, his face a mask of urgent pleading, he clasped my hands. ¡°Do not allow yourself to develop feelings for him. And never sleep with him. Your child would inherit the terrible curse.¡± A sigh escaped him, despite his plea. ¡°They will, however, expect the marriage to be consummated. Leave the details of that deception to me.¡± His eyes suddenly blazed with a fierce intensity. ¡°Your purpose in Ustoria is singular: secure the throne for peace.¡± Disgust shot through me as I wore a sour face. ¡°The thought of sharing a bed with such a creature, let alone developing any sort of affection, is utterly repugnant.¡± My voice trembled, betraying the fear I desperately fought to contain. ¡°So, you are truly set on sending me away?¡± A far more terrifying question burned in my mind, one I couldn¡¯t force myself to voice: How could I possibly avoid the consummation on my wedding night? Unless he had a plan to prevent it. His nostrils flared ¨C a warning sign I knew too well. ¡°If I call off this marriage, we lose an important ally. War is coming to Agarta, Loretta, and we need Ustoria on our side.¡± ¡°So I¡¯m just collateral to you¡­ to them!¡± ¡°Vampires don¡¯t make alliances based on promises, Loretta. To ensure peace, unity, and their support in the upcoming war, I had to¡ª¡± ¡°Sacrifice your own daughter.¡± The realization still left me broken. My father¡¯s heavy sigh felt like judgment as he took my hands in his. The warmth of his grip only made the coldness of his words more painful. ¡°One day, you will understand that all I do is for you and the greater good of our country.¡± He released me and stood, his shadow falling over me like winters breeze. ¡°This marriage is happening and you will be out of the castle by moonrise. If you try to run away, your scent is easy to follow. Don¡¯t let me down, Loretta.¡± The door clicked shut behind him with the finality of a tomb. I collapsed backward onto my bed, staring up at the familiar ceiling I¡¯d gazed at since childhood. How many times had I traced those patterns with my eyes, dreaming of adventure and romance? Now those same patterns seemed to mock me, swirling into vampire faces and unknown terrors. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. My mind wandered to Ustoria, and the images that formed sent ice through my veins. I¡¯d heard stories, of course ¨C who hadn¡¯t? But now those tales painted themselves across my imagination in vivid detail. I saw a land drained of color and life, where even the trees stood like skeletons against a perpetually dark sky. In my mind¡¯s eye, the ground was littered with brittle leaves that crackled beneath the feet of prowling monsters. And towering over it all, their castle ¨C a looming fortress of black stone and sharp angles, waiting to swallow me whole. The creak of my door interrupted my spiral into darkness. Naomi rushed in, her familiar presence bringing a small measure of comfort. Before I could speak, she wrapped me in a fierce hug, her own tears falling freely. I found myself holding her just as tightly, touched by her genuine grief for my situation. ¡°I¡¯ll start packing your things,¡± she managed between sniffles. I reached for my duvet, gently wiping her tears away. The surprise on her face almost made me smile ¨C she¡¯d always been the one comforting me, but now, facing the unknown, I felt strangely stronger. Perhaps it was the shock, or maybe just resignation. ¡°Don¡¯t cry for me,¡± I whispered, though my heart ached. ¡°I suppose I deserve my fate.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say that,¡± Naomi protested. ¡°If you don¡¯t desire it, you don¡¯t deserve it.¡± My throat tightened. ¡°Will you be coming with me?¡± I hated how small my voice sounded, how desperate. ¡°I have important matters to tend to,¡± Naomi¡¯s voice wavered slightly, the words questionable, ¡°but I will join you in Ustoria as soon as I can.¡± Another cruel twist of the knife. ¡°I understand.¡± The words tasted bitter on my tongue. ¡°For now, you will be set up with new maids who understand vampire customs.¡± ¡°What?¡± Fresh panic surged through me. Even my servants would be strangers. ¡°I¡¯m sure they¡¯ll take good care of you until I join you.¡± I couldn¡¯t hold back my bitterness any longer. ¡°But I am not excited about this. Father never fails to ruin my life.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll find that everything your father does is for your protection,¡± Naomi said softly. ¡°How is sending me with flesh-eating beasts supposed to protect me?¡± The question hung in the air between us, unanswered. When moonrise came, the harsh knock at my door made me flinch. Naomi had finished packing and gone, leaving me alone to face my fate. I stood before my mirror, studying my reflection in the blue satin gown she¡¯d chosen for me. The sheer fabric poufed elegantly at the waistline, and delicate glazed stones traced flower patterns across the bodice. Such a beautiful gown for such a terrible purpose, I thought bitterly, my eyes rolling at the idea of trying to impress my vampire fianc¨¦. ¡°Princess, the carriage is waiting.¡± The soldier¡¯s voice grated on my nerves, his impatience evident in every syllable. I watched him struggle with my luggage in the mirror¡¯s reflection, noting how his nostrils flared with unspoken complaints. ¡°Your father urged we be on time.¡± Something in me snapped. Here I was, about to leave everything I¡¯d ever known, and this man dared to rush me? I spun around, my dress swishing angrily around my legs. ¡°How dare you rush me?¡± The words came out sharp as daggers, and I felt a small satisfaction seeing him flinch. ¡°I do apologize.¡± His attempt at diplomacy only irritated me more. ¡°It¡¯s just, Prince Neltavio¡¯s men will be waiting at the border for us. You shouldn¡¯t want to make a bad first impression, do you?¡± First impression? As if I cared what blood-drinking monsters thought of me. ¡°Who do you think you are, giving advice when I did not ask for it?¡± I lifted my chin, channeling every ounce of royal authority I possessed. ¡°Take my things and I¡¯ll come when I¡¯m ready!¡± ¡°As you wish, princess.¡± He couldn¡¯t quite hide his relief as he escaped with my luggage. Alone again, I sank onto my bed, letting my fingers trail across the familiar softness of my duvet. Memories flooded back ¨C Dom¡¯s touch, his warmth, the way he¡¯d look at me as if I were the most precious thing in his world. My throat tightened as I realized this would be the last time I¡¯d sit here, surrounded by the echoes of our stolen moments together. He was my first. My only. We never put it into words ¨C what we were to each other ¨C but I knew I loved him. The thought of never seeing him again, never feeling his arms around me¡­ A tear escaped, tracing a warm path down my cheek. I could run away with him ¨C the thought had crossed my mind more times than I could count. But I wouldn¡¯t. I couldn¡¯t. The weight of my duty, my father¡¯s warnings about the Valmorin, and the fate of our people pressed down on me like physical chains. Rising to my feet, I faced my reflection one final time. The girl who stared back at me looked like a stranger ¨C beautiful, yes, but trapped. Goodbye, free girl, I thought, watching as another tear fell. Time to become the vampire¡¯s bride. I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and turned toward the door. If I had to walk into hell, at least I¡¯d do it with my head held high. Let the vampires see that a minx princess doesn¡¯t break easily ¨C even if she¡¯s breaking inside. Chapter 5 The darkness beyond our carriage window felt alive that night, writhing and pulsing like some ancient beast waiting to strike. I clutched my fur cloak tighter around my neck, trying to forget the Valmorin¡¯s terrifying display from earlier. The memory alone made my skin crawl. Would we encounter one of those ghastly things out here? ¡°Your hands are like ice,¡± Dom murmured, his calloused fingers working warmth into mine. A shadow crossed his face when moonlight spilled through the window. ¡°Let me give you my coat. Please.¡± The tenderness in his voice made my chest ache. ¡°I said I¡¯m fine,¡± I snapped, then immediately regretted my tone. Why do I keep pushing him away? He shifted closer, his shoulder pressing against mine. ¡°Lor¡ª¡± He caught himself, switching to my full name, ¡°Loretta, look at me. Just¡­ look at me.¡± When I didn¡¯t, he continued, his voice dropping to that dangerous whisper that always spelled trouble. ¡°We could be halfway to the southern territories by dawn. I have friends there, connections. Your father would never¡ª¡± ¡°Stop.¡± The word came out sharper than I intended. ¡°You can¡¯t possibly be this naive.¡± ¡°Naive?¡± His laugh was bitter, ugly. ¡°What¡¯s naive is thinking this marriage will fix anything. You really believe those bloodsuckers will keep their word? That your father¡ª¡± ¡°My father is the king,¡± I cut in, the words tasting like metal in my mouth. ¡°And I am his daughter before I am anything else. Before I am¡­¡± I couldn¡¯t finish. Before I am yours. Before I am even my own person. ¡°His daughter?¡± Dom¡¯s voice cracked with disbelief. ¡°You¡¯re his puppet! His perfect little chess piece to move around the board. And now he¡¯s trading you to those monsters like¡ªlike you¡¯re nothing more than a¡ª¡± ¡°Than what?¡± I whirled to face him, fury burning away my caution. ¡°Say it, Dom. Than a princess doing her duty? Than a woman making her own choice?¡± ¡°Choice?¡± He recoiled as if I¡¯d slapped him. ¡°What choice? He¡¯s practically forcing you into that creature¡¯s bed and you¡¯re letting him! The Loretta I knew would have fought this. She would have¡ª¡± ¡°The Loretta you knew was a child¡¯s fantasy,¡± I spat. ¡°She grew up. Maybe it¡¯s time you did too.¡± His face transformed then, something dark and primal taking over. ¡°Oh, I¡¯ve grown up. I¡¯ve grown up enough to see what¡¯s really happening here.¡± He leaned in, his words dripping venom. ¡°You want him, don¡¯t you? I saw how you looked at him last night when he was at your door. The mighty Prince Neltavio. So powerful, so dangerous. Tell me, my princess, does the thought of him excite you? Does it thrill you to imagine yourself as his vampire bride?¡± If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Each word was presented to wound, and they missed their mark with erreneous accusations. But two could play at that game. I straightened my spine, letting ice coat my voice. ¡°And if it did? What then? Would that be worse than spending my life with a common soldier who can barely control his own transformations?¡± I saw the exact moment something broke behind his eyes. Too far, I thought. I¡¯ve gone too far. But I couldn¡¯t stop. ¡°Your jealousy is beneath you, Dom. Beneath us both.¡± ¡°Beneath us?¡± His laugh was a harsh, derisive bark. ¡°There is no ¡®us,¡¯ Loretta. Remember? You made that abundantly clear. I¡¯m nothing more than a loyal subject, am I not? A dog groveling at his master¡¯s heel.¡± He surged to his feet, the carriage swaying precariously with the sudden movement. ¡°Well, this dog is done begging for scraps.¡± His shoulder twitched, a ripple of tension beneath his tunic, and for a heart-stopping moment, I feared he might lose control, might transform right there in the cramped confines of the carriage. The silence hung heavy between us, taut as a drawn bowstring, vibrating with unspoken fury. Then, his voice, brittle and cold as winter frost, shattered the stillness. ¡°When the prince takes you on your wedding night, you will finally become what everyone whispers behind their hands, what they¡¯re too cowardly to say to your face¡ªa whore. You may call it duty, you may hide behind gilded words like sacrifice and honor, but I see the truth. You want it. You crave it.¡± The carriage door flew open with a bang from his boot. ¡°WAIT UP!¡± he shouted to the coachman. Before I could process what was happening, he was gone, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust and the echo of his cruel words. I sat frozen, my mind reeling. Was he watching us the entire time last night? What did he think he saw between us? Unless¡ª The memory of Prince Nel flooded back unbidden. His proximity, his heated breath, those mesmerizing eyes that seemed to peer straight into my soul. His words had wrapped around me like silk ropes, holding me captive. What I could do, with just a touch, a whisper¡­. Was he insinuating his intentions, wielding unspoken desires like weapons to break my resolve? I bit my lip, disgusted by the involuntary shiver that traced my skin at the mere memory. I was just full of anxiety. After all, he is a vampire. Had Dom thought he witnessed a moment of weakness on my part? Did he think the prince affected me in ways he couldn¡¯t? I massaged my temples where a headache built. Great. He thinks I¡¯m attracted to the prince. I understood his fury now. He had watched the woman he loved being swept away by a tide he couldn¡¯t fight¡ªPrince Nel and all he represented. The weight of everything¡ªour ruined friendship, the cruel words we hurled at each other like weapons¡ªsettled over me like a shroud. Through the window, darkness writhed. Crows watched with beady eyes, and every rustling bush set my nerves on edge. I yanked the curtains shut and leaned back, drawing in a deep breath. As I closed my eyes, I wondered not when this journey would end, but how much of myself I would lose before it did. Chapter 6 The hours blurred together, each bump and jostle of the carriage a fresh torment to my aching body. I couldn¡¯t stop the questions from tumbling through my mind, each more desperate than the last. Were we almost there? Had we crossed the border? What time was it? The growing discomfort in my lower back made minutes feel like eternities. Finally, I couldn¡¯t take it anymore. I reached for the velvet curtain, needing to see something¡ªanything¡ªbesides the carriage¡¯s stuffy interior. The forest beyond the window mocked me with its sameness¡ªendless trees swaying in the night wind, their branches like grasping fingers against the starlit sky. My sigh steamed the air. How much longer until I reach my prison? A shout pierced the darkness ahead. Our carriage maintained its pace at first, but as we drew closer, I could make out distinct male voices carrying through the night air. My heart skipped when we began to slow. Through the thin walls, I caught fragments of conversation, my name and title being tossed between unfamiliar voices. The realization hit me like ice water¡ªUstorian soldiers. The border. This was it. The carriage door flew open with enough force to make me flinch. Dom stood there, his familiar face twisted with an unfamiliar coldness, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground as if he couldn¡¯t bear to look at me. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± he said, his voice flat and empty. Panic clawed at my throat. ¡°We¡¯re in the middle of nowhere! Why would I leave my carriage?¡± The words came out sharp with fear disguised as anger. ¡°You will ride in with Prince Neltavio¡¯s soldiers.¡± ¡°Alone?¡± My voice cracked on the word. ¡°We can¡¯t possibly be near the castle. You expect me to ride with vampires? By myself?¡± ¡°Hello, Princess.¡± The voice that interrupted was smooth as honey and twice as sweet. Its owner stepped into view¡ªa vampire soldier whose beauty seemed almost offensive in its perfection. Dark curls framed brown skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight, his Ustorian uniform pristine with its red and black colorings. Of course Nel would send someone this beautiful. Everything about their kind is designed to lure us in. Recognition flickered in my mind¡ªI¡¯d seen him that night at court, standing behind Nel and King Serphen when my fate was sealed. The night I learned I¡¯d be sacrificed for peace. ¡°I am Sunny,¡± he continued, his smile warm but careful to hide his fangs. ¡°It is an honor to be in your presence. I, along with the Ustorian brigade, will escort you the rest of the way. Your safety is our priority.¡± My throat felt tight. ¡°I¡ªI would like my men to come along.¡± ¡°That is perfectly fine,¡± Sunny said, looking to Dom for confirmation. One of my father¡¯s men stepped forward. ¡°We have strict orders from the king to release you into their custody at the border.¡± Of course he¡¯d give those orders. The betrayal stung fresh, even though I should have expected it. ¡°It¡¯s an act of good faith,¡± Dom added quietly, still avoiding my eyes. The weight of his failed escape plan hung heavy between us. Sunny¡¯s smile brightened. ¡°See, Princess? Your father put his trust in us to get you safely to the castle. It is an honor to carry out such a duty.¡± He extended his hand with an elegant bow. ¡°Shall we?¡± Against every instinct screaming at me to run, I placed my trembling hand in his. His skin was warmer than I expected¡ªI¡¯d always imagined vampires would feel like corpses. ¡°You¡¯ll ride in the carriage ahead,¡± Sunny explained. ¡°Tristan will help you inside while I collect your belongings.¡± My feet felt leaden as I walked away from my last connection to home. I gathered my skirts, refusing to look back at Dom. Fine. Be a coward. Tristan, tall and silent as a shadow, helped me into the new carriage without a word. The sound of my luggage being transferred seemed to echo in the night air like hammer falls on a coffin lid. Then we were moving, carrying me toward my new life among the undead. Toward a marriage I never wanted, to a prince who probably saw me as nothing more than a political convenience. Here goes everything. When we reached the castle, the air thickened with an unmistakable scent¡ªiron mixed with melted cane sugar, the telltale aroma of vampires. My nose wrinkled involuntarily. The smell wasn¡¯t exactly unpleasant, just¡­ wrong. Unnatural. But at least it confirmed what I was dealing with. No more pretending these creatures were anything but what they were. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. A shiver snaked up my spine as reality finally sank its teeth in. I would live among vampires. Marry one. And not just any vampire¡ªa prince whose ego could fill this entire castle. My own pride, my carefully cultivated strength, seemed to wither with each passing moment I pictured Nel¡¯s face. That cursedly beautiful visage that seemed designed to steal not just attention, but sanity itself. If merely thinking about him could reduce me to this state, how could I possibly face him again? The carriage halted, and I found myself staring up at what would become my prison. The entrance doors rose before us, massive things of brassy gold weathered by centuries. Elegant rose carvings adorned each corner, their craftsmanship so fine they seemed almost alive in the torchlight. I was so transfixed by the inscriptions that I barely noticed Sunny offering his hand until he cleared his throat. He aided me out of the carriage with the same practiced courtesy leading me inside. The foyer nearly stopped my heart. Instead of the gothic nightmare I¡¯d imagined, I found myself in a space of unexpected beauty. Beige walls soared upward, softened by cascading tropical plants that draped like living curtains from clay pots above. Rose-shaped sconces held dancing flames that cast their light across red dragon stone floors, making the golden veins in the stone pulse like living things. ¡°Got a good look, Princess Loretta?¡± Sunny¡¯s smile flashed fangs. I startled, having forgotten his presence entirely. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. Let¡¯s continue.¡± The walk through dim corridors felt endless, my anxiety mounting with each step. By the time we reached the central castle, my palms felt slick with sweat. King Serphen and Queen Fiora waited beneath a massive chandelier, but the space beside them¡ªwhere Nel should have been¡ªstood conspicuously empty. The king¡¯s beauty was terrible in its perfection, but it was the queen who made my blood run cold. Fiora was winter personified, her beauty as terrible as a frozen lake that could crack and swallow you whole. Those black eyes, so like Nel¡¯s yet somehow colder, assessed me with removed charm. ¡°Please tell my son the princess has arrived,¡± King Serphen commanded Sunny. I watched Sunny disappear down a corridor, my heart pounding against my ribs. The following moments stretched like years as I stood before vampire royalty, forcing my face into what I hoped was a pleasant expression. Queen Fiora¡¯sscrutiny felt like ice against my skin. King Serphen, his presence radiating an almost divine authority, extended a hand towards me. ¡°Princess Loretta,¡± he began, his voice a resonant baritone that filled the vast chamber, ¡°welcome to Ustoria. It is pleasure to see you again.¡± His smile, though captivating, held a hint of something inscrutable, a depth that both intrigued and unsettled. Perhaps it was the scene I caused during their meeting, my clear disapproval of the arranged marriage to his son. Beside him, Queen Fiora, a vision of glacial elegance, offered a curt nod. ¡°Queen Fiora,¡± she stated simply, her voice as crisp and cold as the winter wind. Her piercing eyes met mine, a silent appraisal that sent a shiver down my spine. There was a power in her stillness, a sense of contained force that made her seem almost more intimidating than the king himself. My breath hitched, the weight of their combined presence nearly overwhelming. I gathered my courage, summoning the strength I had carefully cultivated over the years. ¡°Your Majesties,¡± I managed, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts, ¡°it is an honor to be¡­ welcomed to your kingdom.¡± My words felt small and inadequate in the face of their regal bearing, but I held my ground, determined to maintain a semblance of composure. When Sunny returned without Nel, I felt both relief and disappointment. At least the searing spotlight of their attention had shifted. ¡°Prince Neltavio is indisposed,¡± he said, the words falling like stones into still water. Queen Fiora¡¯s laugh¡ªsharp and knowing¡ªcut through the air. ¡°Ha! Right.¡± She turned to me with mock sympathy that felt like claws against my skin. ¡°Well, Loretta, I am pleased to meet you, but I am going to bed.¡± The way she said my name, without title or ceremony, was clearly intentional. That¡¯s it? Some welcome! The journey to my room became a blur of corridors and mounting fury. Each step felt like another insult added to the pile. When we passed what I assumed was Nel¡¯s wing, I couldn¡¯t stop myself. ¡°Take me to his room,¡± I demanded, my voice steadier than I felt. I¡¯d given up everything to be here, and I¡¯d be damned if I wouldn¡¯t see him now. ¡°The prince had plans to meet you tomorrow morning,¡± Sunny offered. That wasn¡¯t nearly enough. ¡°Take me to him,¡± I demanded. The walk to Nel¡¯s chambers was a torturous procession, each step echoing the rising dread in my heart. As we approached his door, a low murmur seeped through the thick wood, escalating into unmistakable sounds of passion. The woman¡¯s moans were breathy gasps, escalating with a deliberate rhythm that felt like a pointed insult. It wasn¡¯t the intimacy itself that cut me¡ªit was the blatant, almost theatrical quality of it, as if performed for an audience. My cheeks flushed hot, then a wave of icy coldness washed over me, the humiliation battling with a surge of white-hot rage. Nel hadn¡¯t forgotten my arrival, nor was he truly unavailable. He had chosen this. He had chosen her. The sound of Nel¡¯s laughter, a low chuckle rumbling beneath the woman¡¯s cries, amplified the surreal nature of the moment. His amusement at their shared passion was palpable, a cruel twist of the knife that sent a wave of nausea rolling through me. My fingers choked the locked doorknob on impulse, and for one wild moment, I considered kicking it down. Instead, I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and spoke through clenched teeth: ¡°Take me to my room. Now.¡± The emerald and gold suite they¡¯d prepared for me was beautiful, but I barely saw it through my fury. An hour rushed by when I stripped off my carefully chosen gown¡ªwhat a waste¡ªand was just about to collapse into bed, a light knock at my door. I grabbed a silk robe hanging nearby, similar to the queen¡¯s, and yanked it on. When I opened the door, there stood Nel, devastating in his beauty and utterly unapologetic. His fangs gleamed as an incomplete grin formed. ¡°I heard you were demanding my presence.¡± Chapter 7 Moonlight spilled through the castle windows, casting shadows across the indentations of Nel¡¯s abs as he stood in the doorway. My breath caught at the sight of him¡ªshirtless, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome. The silver light laced the contours of his muscles, still glistening with evidence of activities I refused to contemplate. His blue robe hung loosely from broad shoulders, revealing more than it concealed. I fought against fixating on his appeal¡ªthe way his body seemed carved from marble, how his presence sucked all the air from the room. Heat bloomed traitorously between my thighs, and I pressed them together, hating my body¡¯s betrayal. ¡°PRINCESS?¡± Nel¡¯s voice dripped with mock concern. ¡°I heard you tried to force your way into my chambers. How¡­ unbecoming.¡± The arrogance in his tone made my blood boil. I straightened my spine, though he still towered over me like a lion before prey. ¡°I did not force¡ª¡± ¡°No?¡± His eyebrows curved into a sardonic arch. ¡°Then what would you call it? A friendly attempt at breaking and entering?¡± ¡°I wanted to speak with my future husband,¡± I said, injecting steel into my voice. ¡°Is that so terrible?¡± ¡°Ah.¡± He leaned against my doorframe, his bare chest catching moonlight in a way that made my mouth go dry. ¡°And it couldn¡¯t wait until morning? Or were you hoping to catch me in a more¡­ intimate moment?¡± Heat flooded my cheeks. ¡°You were absent at my arrival.¡± ¡°And that entitled you to storm my private chambers?¡± He clicked his tongue. ¡°Spoiled indeed. Welcome to Ustoria, Princess. Here, we have something called boundaries.¡± ¡°Boundaries?¡± I nearly choked on the word. ¡°Like entertaining your lover on the night of your betrothed¡¯s arrival?¡± His eyes glittered dangerously. ¡°Jealous already? My, my. We¡¯ve only just met.¡± ¡°Jealous?¡± I scoffed, though my heart hammered traitorously. ¡°Don¡¯t flatter yourself. I merely expected basic courtesy.¡± ¡°Basic courtesy?¡± Nel¡¯s laugh was low and cruel. ¡°Like barging into my room uninvited? Tell me, Princess, do they not teach manners in Agarta, or are you a special case?¡± Each word stung like a slap. ¡°You¡¯re insufferable.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re transparent.¡± He pushed off the doorframe, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. ¡°Let me make something clear, spoiled. This marriage is political. Nothing more. Your¡­ feelings, or lack thereof, mean nothing to me.¡± His proximity sent unwanted shivers down my spine. I forced myself to meet his gaze. ¡°Good. Then we understand each other perfectly.¡± I crossed my arms lifting my chin defiantly to drive in my words. ¡°Do we?¡± His fingers brushed my ear as he tucked back a stray curl, the casual touch making my skin tingle. ¡°Because from where I¡¯m standing, you seem¡­ conflicted.¡± ¡°Never,¡± I retorted, the word brittle on my tongue as I shoved his hand away. ¡°This marriage is purely political. Nothing more. Nothing less, you insufferable¡­fool.¡± My heart hammered against my ribs, but I lifted my chin, clinging to a fragile facade of composure. The subtle tremor that ran through me betrayed the lie, a secret shared only with the shadows that danced in the moonlight. ¡°I¡¯ll see you tomorrow, Princess. I¡¯ll leave you to your¡­ contemplations.¡± His voice was laced with a sardonic amusement that grated on my nerves. He turned to leave, the moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face, and for a heartbeat, I saw a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by the familiar mask of cool indifference. He vanished into the shadows, leaving me alone with the echoes of his words and the unsettling awareness of the dangerous game we were both playing. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Three unfamiliar faces poured through my chamber door with feathered feet. The hour called for breakfast and a hot bath, though my head still throbbed from Nel¡¯s midnight visit¡ªhis bare chest and cruel words haunting me like persistent ghosts. The tallest maid, voluptuous with jazzy brown waves, stepped forward with a graceful curtsy. ¡°I am Osha, Your Highness. I¡¯ll be your head lady¡¯s maid.¡± Her voice carried the lilting accent of high-born Ustorians. She gestured to a willowy girl with blond coils that seemed to float like a cloud, in elegant wardrobe. ¡°This is Siren, our resident fashion expert.¡± Finally, she pointed to a petite maid with peculiar amber eyes that seemed to glow in the morning dew. ¡°And that¡¯s¡­ Fay¡± Osha snapped as Fay moved to arrange fresh towels, aloof to the introduction. ¡°Must you lumber about like a newborn calf? We can¡¯t all float like proper vampires, but do try to pretend you belong here.¡± I watched Fay¡¯s shoulders hunch as she carefully placed the linens, her movements becoming painfully precise.¡°Honestly,¡± Osha continued, rushing to place a breakfast tray nearby, ¡°it¡¯s beyond me why they let your sort serve royalty. One mishap and you¡¯ll shame us all.¡± She bumped past Fay deliberately, causing the maid to stumble against a chair. ¡°Can¡¯t even maintain your balance? Pathetic.¡± My fingers curled into the silk sheets as anger rose in my throat. ¡°Half-breed,¡± Osha muttered with a sneer, straightening the breakfast settings with unnecessary force. ¡°Make yourself useful and draw a bath. Siren, darling, fetch a dress. Our princess needs to look presentable for His Highness this morning.¡± ¡°You have no right to speak to her that way!¡± The words exploded from my lips as I threw back my covers. ¡°While you are in my presence, never¡ªever¡ªaddress her like that again!¡± Osha¡¯s eyes widened, genuine shock replacing her previous contempt. ¡°My sincerest apologies, Your Highness, if my words to Fay upset you, but she¡¯s just a half-breed.¡± ¡°A half what?¡± ¡°A vampire mixed with minx,¡± Osha said, her lip curling in disgust. ¡°Both our kind alike shares the same disgust toward them for obvious reasons. The mixing of blood dilutes our noble heritage. They¡¯re not¡­ pure.¡± ¡°Pure?¡± The word tasted like poison on my tongue. ¡°You dare speak of purity while treating her like she¡¯s beneath you? Let me make something painfully clear.¡± I rose from the bed, letting my night dress fall around me like armor. ¡°If I catch you talking to any mixed blood like that again, I¡¯ll have you arrested for treason. Do you not understand why I am here?¡± Osha¡¯s face paled further, if that was even possible for a vampire. ¡°To bring peace, Your Highness.¡± ¡°Exactly!¡± My voice rang off the stone walls. ¡°She is a symbol of unity, no different than my marriage to the prince. Our children will be mixed blood.¡± Not by the least. But I need to drive in my point. ¡°Do you have a problem with that too?¡± Children. The word hung in the air like morning frost. The vampire royals expected both marriage and heirs, but Father had forbidden it. So why had I mentioned offspring when there was no chance I¡¯d share Nel¡¯s bed? Because Father has a plan¡­Right? Questions whirled through my mind like autumn leaves. How am I to avoid consummating our marriage? What is his plan? Is this some sort of setup, an attempt to overthrow the vampire¡¯s reign¡ªsomehow? But that doesn¡¯t make any sense. Why would he¡ª ¡°No, your highness.¡± Osha¡¯s melodic voice cracked as she dropped to the floor, pressing her forehead against its cold surface. Her hands formed a prayer position, trembling slightly. ¡°Please accept my dearest apology, princess. I spoke out of turn, out of¡­ ignorance.¡± I watched her hourglass figure bow before me, spine curved in perfect submission. Her voluptuous waves spilled across the marble like spilled wine. A bit extreme, but I¡¯ll take it. ¡°Get up,¡± I said, softening my tone. The morning sun caught the tears in Fay¡¯s amber eyes, and something in my chest tightened. ¡°Bring me my food¡­ please?¡± Despite our unpleasant exchange, the day marched forward like an unstoppable army. Osha scurried to bring over my breakfast tray, then retreated to a corner where she stood like a beautiful statue. The smell of blueberry pastries filled the air, but my appetite had vanished like morning mist. After forcing down a few bites, I headed to the bathroom with Siren and Osha trailing behind, collecting my discarded clothes like silent shadows. The steamy bath they¡¯d prepared was infused with rose hip and petals, the water shimmering with oils that caught the light streaming through stained glass windows. As I sank into the perfumed water, all three maids moved with practiced precision. Osha¡¯s expert hands worked golden honey shampoo through my coils, transforming them into silk beneath her touch. Siren dipped a cloth into what looked like liquid gold, running it along my neck and shoulders until my skin caught the light like dewdrops at dawn. ¡°For youth,¡± she explained, pride dancing in her brown eyes. ¡°Though you hardly need it, Your Highness.¡± Fay¡¯s touch was gentler, almost reverent, as she scrubbed my skin with an exfoliating soap made from dried rose petals and thorns. The sensation was more refreshing than painful, and I found myself relaxing despite the morning¡¯s tension and last night¡¯s¡­ complications. An hour later, I stood before the gilt-edged mirror, barely recognizing the creature staring back. The gown they¡¯d chosen was a masterpiece that would make even the proudest peacock envious. Burgundy sheer sleeves stretched to my wrists like wisps of wine-colored fog, while layers of matching fabric poufed from my waist in perfect symmetry. The silk bodice cinched so tight I wondered if breathing was optional in vampire court, pushing my cleavage up where embroidered orchids created a teasing dance of peek-a-boo. A slash of blood-red lip color completed the transformation. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°You look flawless,¡± Siren breathed, and I caught the longing in her eyes as she adjusted a fold of fabric. Her fingers lingered on the expensive material, and I understood then¡ªshe had an eye for beautiful things because she yearned for them herself. ¡°The prince will be at a loss for words,¡± she added, stepping back to admire her work. I managed an angelic twirl, the skirts billowing around me like crimson clouds. I¡¯d maintain my grace and peace in spite of Nel¡¯s nightly indiscretions. I was here for peace nothing more. Though I would rather stay in my room, I refused to cower. I would face him head on. Let him be ruthless. ¡°Thank you,¡± I finally said. A heavy knock rattled the door, and my heart plunged to my silk-clad toes. The moment I¡¯d been dreading had arrived. After last night¡¯s disaster, I needed to face him with steel in my spine and ice in my veins. But my nerves danced like wild things beneath my skin as reality pressed in. Soon, I¡¯d be a vampire¡¯s wife. The same vampire who was as willful as he was arrogant, who¡¯d strutted into my chamber half-naked and mocking. He¡¯d expect consummation after our wedding, and I¡¯d have to find some miracle to avoid it. Osha opened the door with a flourish, revealing Sunny¡¯s familiar face. He bowed low, and when he straightened, his eyes widened slightly at my appearance. ¡°The prince awaits you in the yard, Your Highness,¡± he said, his usually steady voice carrying a note of appreciation. I lifted my chin and glided forward, channeling every lesson in poise my tutors had drilled into me. The corridors seemed longer this morning, each step bringing me closer to Nel. My stomach twisted as I remembered his bare chest in the moonlight, the way his muscles had rippled as he¡¯d leaned against my doorframe. Stop it! I commanded myself. He¡¯s arrogant, cruel, and currently entertaining his lover in the castle. But when we emerged into the golden light, and I saw him mounted on a magnificent black stallion, my treacherous heart skipped. He had on a black, white, crisp button up, even a royal jacket, his crown atop his head. I pushed my to the center to emphasize my own power. Another horse waited beside him, this one a pristine white mare. Horse riding? What game is he playing now? I approached with measured steps, willing my nerves to steady as I curtsied. ¡°Good morning,¡± I greeted, keeping my gaze respectfully lowered, though it took every ounce of control not to let my eyes wander over him. ¡°Don¡¯t you look lovely,¡± Nel remarked, his voice carrying that familiar blend of charm and arrogance. His compliment caught me off guard, pulling my eyes to meet his. ¡°Thank you,¡± I replied, keeping my tone neutral. Don¡¯t let him get under your skin. ¡°I thought we might tour the castle grounds,¡± Nel continued, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. ¡°It¡¯s faster by horseback.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never ridden in a gown like this,¡± I admitted, glancing down at the layers of burgundy fabric swirling around me. ¡°It¡¯s quite common here,¡± he assured, a hint of amusement in his smile. ¡°Allow me to help you mount.¡± My heart skipped at the thought of his touch. I could handle this, I told myself. But as Nel dismounted and approached, taking my hand with gentle confidence, electricity seemed to spark where our skin met. He lifted me effortlessly onto the white mare, his hands steadying me as I settled into the saddle. I let out a reluctant sigh when he released his grasp, aligning my thoughts with the task at hand. I maneuvered my dress to a comfortable position, ensuring its length poured gracefully over the horse¡¯s rear. ¡°Follow me,¡± Nel instructed, his voice smooth as silk. We rode through the courtyard, the vibrant garden spiraling around us like a living tapestry. The path led between towering hedges, each intersection a mystery as Nel guided us deeper into the castle grounds. He finally steered us down a narrower path, his broad shoulders obscuring the view ahead. I found myself observing his movements, the effortless flex of his muscles as he controlled his horse with practiced ease. He occasionally ran his fingers through his dark hair, and I couldn¡¯t help but notice the way his biceps strained against his sleeves. As if sensing my scrutiny, Nel glanced back with a smirk that sent a blush creeping up my neck. I quickly looked away, seizing the opportunity to start a conversation. ¡°Who was the woman in your room?¡± A sigh escaped his lips, tinged with weariness. ¡°A topic I wanted to move pass.¡± ¡°What did you expect? I hear a woman screaming my fianc¨¦¡¯s name. I deserve an explanation.¡± I urged my horse closer, my gaze steady. ¡°Screaming my name?¡± A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, laced with amusement. ¡°You¡¯re something else, you know that?¡± ¡°So I¡¯ve been told. Now, answer the question.¡± ¡°She¡¯s¡­ an acquaintance.¡± ¡°Clearly. More than an acquaintance, I presume?¡± Nel¡¯s expression turned serious. ¡°We were involved. Her name is Ann. She was betrothed to me before you arrived.¡± ¡°So, had I not come, you would have married her?¡± The silence hung heavy between us, thick with unspoken truths. I must look like a complete fool. And she must be angry that I am here. Nel broke the silence. ¡°There¡¯s no point hiding it. You¡¯re my intended bride, and I prefer honesty. Ann visits from Numoria occasionally.¡± ¡°Do you intend to continue seeing her?¡± ¡°Do you want me to stop?¡± His evasive response irritated me as much as the question itself. I opened my mouth to retort, but Nel pulled his reins, bringing his horse to a halt. I tried to move around him, but his horse shifted, blocking my path. I was forced to stop beside him, his gaze fixed on me, expectant. Does he expect me to say yes? He seems so certain. Even if I did, would he actually stop? He¡¯s just testing me. ¡°I came here for one reason: peace. Everything else is irrelevant, including your¡­ dalliances. Now, if you¡¯ll please lead the way, or I¡¯ll find my own.¡± Nel¡¯s gaze dropped to the ground, a smirk playing on his lips. The expression lingered before he snapped his reins, urging his horse forward at a quicker pace. ¡°Tell me, spoiled, have you ever been in love? Is there someone back home?¡± The questions caught me off guard, Dom¡¯s face flashing through my mind. He loved me deeply, yet my own feelings remained¡­ stagnant. I¡¯d always blamed it on his lack of title, but that was a lie. Why couldn¡¯t I love you, Dom? What am I not admitting? ¡°No one is waiting for me. And no, I¡¯ve never been in love. I always assumed marriage would change that.¡± ¡°Is that what you expect of me? To change your mind, be faithful, make you fall for me? I thought you were only here for the peace treaty,¡± he taunted, a devilish grin spreading across his face. The confidence in his expression sent a shiver down my spine. Does he actually think he can make me fall for him? He does seem to enjoy provoking me. By now, his arrogance was grating on my nerves. ¡°Sorry, spoiled, but a minx has never been my type.¡± I urged my horse forward, matching his pace. ¡°Let me finish. I never expected to marry a vampire, so your preferences are irrelevant. I¡¯ll repeat myself: sleep with whomever you like. I don¡¯t care.¡± Nel rode on, seemingly unaffected. His indifference fueled my frustration. I wanted to scream, tell him how much I dread this marriage. Me, not his type? You¡¯re a soulless corpse! We reached a fork in the path, three small bridges converging on a field of roses. A hazy, fog-shrouded forest loomed in the distance. The weather had shifted dramatically, the sky now a somber gray. We met in the center of the field, our horses grazing on the lush grass. Nel snapped his reins, his horse prancing playfully beneath him. A genuine smile ¨C a rarity ¨C touched his lips as he nuzzled his cheek against his horse¡¯s mane. Their bond was palpable. Before I could speak, he dismounted gracefully and picked something up from the ground. ¡°A blood rose for the princess,¡± he said, extending the crimson flower toward me. ¡°Blood rose?¡± I couldn¡¯t help but inhale its sweet fragrance, earning a pleased grin from him. ¡°My mother and I planted these when I was young.¡± Nel swept his arm across the field of red blooms. ¡°Now they¡¯re everywhere. They¡¯re medicinal, actually. I could survive on these for weeks without¡ª¡± ¡°Digging your fangs into someone¡¯s neck?¡± The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I watched him draw in a long breath through his nose, clearly trying to maintain his composure. When he spoke, his voice was eerily calm. ¡°We¡¯re not the bloodthirsty monsters you seem to think we are. Anyone caught doing such crimes faces severe punishment.¡± Heat rose to my cheeks. ¡°Only recently! Your kingdom never cared about murdering my people before. I¡¯ve heard the stories ¨C innocent lives taken without consequence. And now you expect me to believe this marriage changes that? Well, as your wife, I¡¯ll make damn sure you enforce those laws and punish anyone who harms my kind.¡± ¡°Those are already my intentions.¡± Nel¡¯s jaw tightened. ¡°I don¡¯t need you policing me. So many misconceptions about our feeding habits. Let me be clear: we only drink from willing duneers. We can go years without blood if needed. Most of us only drink for healing.¡± His lips curved into a dangerous smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. ¡°Or pleasure.¡± ¡°Pleasure?¡± The word came out as a whisper. ¡°The duneer feels it too,¡± he said, his tone teasing. My stomach turned as my mind conjured horrific images ¨C Nel¡¯s fangs buried in nameless victims, skin punctured and bleeding. Everything I¡¯d been taught told me vampire bites meant agony and death. ¡°I don¡¯t believe you.¡± Nel scoffed, muttering something under his breath before saying, ¡°You don¡¯t have to. Shall I escort you back? You seem rather set in your opinions about vampires. I won¡¯t waste time trying to change your mind.¡± His voice had taken on an edge that made my spine stiffen. ¡°Leave me!¡± I snapped. ¡°Now you¡¯re being ridiculous. It¡¯s not safe for you to be alone.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need your protection!¡± ¡°Fine!¡± He mounted his horse in one smooth motion, crossed the bridge, and vanished into the fog. Part of me felt a twinge of regret watching him go. But vampires didn¡¯t feel emotions, did they? Though he had seemed genuinely upset¡­ No matter. He would survive. Still astride my horse, I guided him in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings. That¡¯s when I saw it ¨C a shadow at the edge of the forest, barely visible through the mist. I squinted to make sure I wasn¡¯t seeing things. As I blinked multiple times, it was gone. Ignoring the possibility of a hallucination, I resumed to sightseeing, taking in the beauty of the blood roses. I decided I¡¯d pick a few to take back for decor in my room. As I tried to move my foot, around, I lost my balance and fell over. My scream pierced the air as I slammed against my horse¡¯s side, hanging upside down, a loose set of reins tangled around my ankle while my other foot remained trapped in the stirrup. If I¡¯d fallen just a bit further, my neck would have snapped. Beneath me, my horse exploded upward out of fear, a thousand pounds of blind panic balanced impossibly between earth and sky. My horse bolted, trampling the roses as he fled causing My body to whip back and forth like a flag in a storm. I stretched my arms toward the saddle, desperate to pull myself up, but my horse launched himself over a fallen tree. The impact tore my grip loose and slammed me against his ribs. ¡°Help?¡± The word was a desperate gasp as my body continued to slam against my horse¡¯s side. ¡°Help me!¡± Terror gripped me as we plunged between the trees. Even through my blurred vision, I recognized the twisted branches of the forest. No one would hear me scream here. The reins whipped through the air like snakes, finally swinging within reach. I grabbed for them, but something struck my head hard just as my fingers closed around the leather. Light exploded behind my eyes. The reins slipped away as I went limp, barely conscious. But in the hazy bacground. There it was again, that black shadow, seemingly floating toward me, like it had anticipated that i¡¯d end up in the forest near death¡¯s wake. ¡°He¡ªhelp.¡± The word barely escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered closed. This was how I would die, I realized. Any moment now, a tree branch would take my head clean off or this shadow figure would swallow me whole. But I couldn¡¯t tell if my thoughts were my own, if I had hit my head too hard. Then strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me upright. ¡°Princess Loretta? Stay with me.¡± The voice seemed to come from far away. My rescuer pulled me onto his own horse when he saw I couldn¡¯t stay upright. He cradled me like a child, one arm holding me secure while the other guided his mount. I managed to lift my gaze to his face, and for a moment, I thought I was looking at the divine itself. Then darkness took me, and I knew nothing more. Chapter 8 Pain came first - sharp, electric jolts that shot through my skull and dragged me from unconsciousness. I pressed my palms against my face, waiting for the agony to subside, when I felt the bandage. Rough gauze wrapped around my head, and as my fingers traced its length, they came away wet. My shoulders came forward, the motion sending ripples of pain through me. In the dim light, I could make out the dark stain on my fingertips. Blood. ¡°What¡ªwhy am I bleeding?¡± My own voice sounded foreign, worry flickering across my features. ¡°My head feels like it¡¯s been hit by the hilt of a sword.¡± The room swam into focus slowly, shadows taking shape in the darkness, illuminated only by a single wall candle that cast sickly yellow light across the doorway. As my vision adjusted, familiar outlines emerged. My chamber. But how had I gotten here? The door burst open before I could piece together any more memories. Queen Fiora swept in, every inch the vampire royal in a form-fitting black gown, its high collar framing her face like dark wings. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her back, parted precisely down the middle. She clutched a piece of paper, her eyes fixed upon it as she glided across the carpet. My heart jumped into my throat. I had plans to avoid this woman since our first meeting, when those predator¡¯s eyes had told me exactly what she thought of her son¡¯s minx bride. Perhaps if I just¡­ My body moved before I could think better of it, easing back against the pillows, trying to feign sleep. ¡°You¡¯re up!¡± Fiora¡¯s eyebrows shot toward her hairline as if I¡¯d materialized from thin air. ¡°Hello, Queen Fiora.¡± My voice came out strained, barely more than a whisper. ¡°I hope you¡¯re feeling better,¡± she said, though her tone rumbled with something darker. ¡°I feel awful. What¡ªwhat happened to me?¡± The scoff that left her curled lips exposed her fangs - a reminder of what she truly was. ¡°Child, how hard did you hit your head?¡± The weight of judgment in her pause made my skin crawl. I could read the real question in her eyes: How dare you be so weak? ¡°Hit my head? It must have been quite severe.¡± I touched the wound again, and suddenly memories rushed back like a flood - breakfast, the stable, Nel helping me onto the horse. My stomach fluttered traitorously at the memory of his touch, and I had to suppress a growl of frustration at my body¡¯s reaction to him. The field of blood roses came next. Our argument. My foolish demand to be left alone. The dark figure. The fall. The tree¡ª ¡°You could have died.¡± Fiora¡¯s voice cut my thoughts like a blade. ¡°Perhaps, next time you¡¯ll listen to my son when he tells you it¡¯s not safe to be alone.¡± ¡°He told you about¡ª¡± Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. Her words crackled with authority. ¡°I have eyes and ears everywhere, especially where you¡¯re concerned. Though Nel bears equal blame - he should never have left you. This could have ended very differently.¡± Of course she had been spying on us. What else should I expect from a woman who clearly saw me as nothing but a political pawn? ¡°I just wanted some time alone,¡± I said, though I knew it was pointless. ¡°Nel only obliged to my command.¡± ¡°You do not have the privilege of being alone.¡± Something in me snapped. I might be trapped in this marriage, but I wouldn¡¯t be stripped of every basic right. I pushed myself upright despite my protesting muscles. ¡°It¡¯s not a privilege. It¡¯s my right.¡± Her laugh was like breaking glass, sharp and dangerous. Then her face transformed, fangs fully extended, every feature becoming the predator she truly was. ¡°You wield no power here, princess. I agreed to this union with the understanding that you would not be a burden and I do not do well with burdens in my court. Was that a lie?¡± Terror crawled up my spine as I stared at those deadly fangs. ¡°No,¡± I managed, hating how small my voice sounded. ¡°It wasn¡¯t.¡± ¡°Good. Your place here is to honor this¡­ alliance. With that. No secrets. No deceptions. No ruthless decisions. You are free to be princess.¡± She gestured with an irrelevant wave of her hand. ¡°But any power you thought you had is gone in the dust. And if you ever speak out of turn again¡­¡± Her eyes dropped to my throat with such hunger that I could barely breathe. ¡°Well, you¡¯re a smart girl.¡± My eyes rounded in fear as she moved to my vanity with inhuman speed, dropping the letter she¡¯d been holding onto my jewelry box. Without another word, she stormed out, the door slamming behind her. I gasped for air, clutching my throat, tears spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. Those fangs had been inches from my neck - one wrong word, one wrong move, and the queen would have shown me exactly why minx feared vampires. I would never forgive Father for sending me here. My eyes drifted to the letter on my vanity, its broken seal a deliberate message. No secrets. Fiora hadn¡¯t even tried to hide the fact she¡¯d read it. No, she¡¯d wanted me to see it - another reminder that nothing here belonged to me, not even my private correspondence. If she had spies watching me, why hadn¡¯t they intervened sooner? Why let me be dragged half to death by my own horse? My head throbbed harder as questions swirled like leaves in a storm. Nothing made sense in this horrid place. My fingers traced the bandage again, coming away with fresh blood. The room tilted slightly, and I had to close my eyes against a wave of dizziness. When I opened them again, the letter still sat there, mocking me with its broken seal. With trembling hands, I reached for it, trying to focus on the familiar blue, full moon of Leonebus despite my spinning vision. Loretta, As I prepare to leave for Zayrut Mountain, I wanted to touch base with you. You are safer in the Ustoria. The Valmorin have targetted the northern villages since they stand nearest to the mountains. My plan is to intercept their progression and push them over the edge of the ocean, where death will make its mark. With the help of the Ustorian soldiers, my plan shall pass with efficiency. Naomi should be arriving with an important message soon. She will remain with you in court as your loyal subject. She will be our solution. I can¡¯t say much, but expect her. I do love you. Never question that. Leonebus I stared at his words until they blurred. Everything was happening so fast - learning about the Valmorin, being sent away to marry a vampire prince, and now this shadowy encounter. Even now, he couldn¡¯t tell me everything. Even now, I was just another piece on his chessboard. And now I was trapped here, watched by Fiora¡¯s endless eyes, surrounded by mysteries I couldn¡¯t begin to understand. My head pounded harder, and I let the letter fall into my lap. Too many questions, too many fears, and no one I could trust with either. Father was preparing for battle, Nel had left me in that field, and Queen Fiora¡­ well, she might be just as dangerous as whatever lurked in those shadows. Chapter 9 My days in Ustoria blurred into an indistinguishable monotony, each one as useless and pointless as the last. Trapped within these castle walls, I felt like a ghost, adrift and without purpose. What could I possibly do to alleviate the boredom, to feel like something more than a decorative piece? Could I truly accept fading into the background? In Agarta, I had relished my anonymity, my freedom. But here, in this foreign land, the isolation felt stifling, a heavy weight upon my chest. Determined to reclaim some semblance of agency, I resolved to explore the castle, praying I wouldn''t encounter any members of the royal family. The confines of my room had become unbearable, the isolation amplifying my anxieties. It was late afternoon. Already dressed in a stunning reddish-orange gown that made me feel remarkably confident, I took one last look in the mirror before venturing out. A tour of the castle was long overdue. Tristan, my ever-present escort, guided me through the labyrinthine hallways. My eyes drank in the opulent details of the vast castle, captivated by the ornate decorations of cascading plants and vibrant floral arrangements. When fatigue finally set in, I sought refuge in the tearoom. A striking figure caught my eye as I entered, gracefully pouring herself a cup of tea. She was slightly taller than me, with skin as pale as snow. She offered a small, almost imperceptible smile as I approached the table, then turned back to her tea. I poured myself a cup, acutely aware of her presence. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, though I intended to make a formal introduction. Finally, she turned, a chilling glare within her piercing red eyes. "You must be the princess," she said, her voice a low, resonant growl. "I''m Ann." Her gaze lingered, just a moment too long, before she added, with a faint hint of amusement, "Nel has mentioned you." A chill went down my spine. This was her. Nel''s Ann. I managed a weak smile. "It''s a pleasure to meet you." The words felt hollow, forced. She simply raised an eyebrow, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. "The pleasure is all mine." The underlying sarcasm was barely veiled. She took a slow sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving mine. The silence returned, heavier this time, laced with an unsettling undercurrent. After an excruciatingly long moment, she set down her cup with a delicate click. "Enjoy your tea," she said, her voice devoid of warmth. Then, without another word, she turned and swept from the room, leaving me standing there, shaken. My hands trembled as I reached for the teapot, a wave of unease washing over me. I was no match for her. I was simply relieved she had departed without a more overt display of hostility. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Despite the lingering discomfort, I refused to let these vampires dictate my emotions. Screw them all. The prince''s blatant disregard for my feelings, his casual acceptance of Ann¡¯s presence, ignited a spark of defiance within me. I would adopt the same indifference, mirroring his lack of consideration. I would be the strong-willed, unyielding princess they underestimated. I would not cower in fear. After finishing my tea, my thoughts drifted to Naomi. I desperately hoped she would arrive soon. She would be my much-needed ally in this hostile environment. Until then, I would remain resolute. Leaving the tearoom, determined to put the unsettling encounter behind me, I followed Tristan back towards my room. As we passed a partially open door, I glimpsed the vampire prince seated at a long table, surrounded by scattered maps and two attentive soldiers. His eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, their expression unreadable, before he looked away. I continued walking, my pace feeling strangely slow. I didn''t get far. ¡°Princess?¡± Nel¡¯s voice, smooth as silk, stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face him. ¡°I trust your stay in the castle has been¡­ adequate?¡± A sly smirk played on his lips. ¡°It¡­ has,¡± I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning within. ¡°I was merely familiarizing myself with the layout.¡± He stepped closer, his gaze intense. ¡°I¡¯m pleased you¡¯re making yourself at home.¡± The thought of this place as my home was still repulsive. ¡°Perhaps I could escort you around,¡± he glanced at Tristan, a hint of amusement in his eyes, ¡°I¡¯ve been meaning to show you around the castle.¡± Tristan bowed and discreetly withdrew, my chance of intervening too late. ¡°That wasn¡¯t necessary,¡± I retorted, my irritation simmering beneath the surface. ¡°Tristan was perfectly capable of escorting me.¡± ¡°But I wished to check on my¡­ betrothed,¡± he purred, his eyes twinkling, ¡°after your¡­ unfortunate incident. I¡¯m relieved to see you¡¯ve recovered.¡± His eyes brushed across my hairline, lingering on the scar hidden beneath my curls, a flicker of genuine concern in their depths. ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± I snapped, still smarting from my encounter with Ann. Did he honestly believe I was oblivious to their relationship? While I genuinely didn''t care about their affair, the sheer audacity of his behavior infuriated me. ¡°Perhaps your¡­ guest could make better use of your time.¡± I turned to go to my chambers, hoping to shake him off, but he effortlessly matched my pace. ¡°Guest?¡± he inquired, his tone laced with feigned innocence. ¡°Ann,¡± I stated flatly. ¡°She seemed¡­ delighted to see me.¡± ¡°I did offer to¡­ discontinue our¡­ association,¡± he replied, the sarcasm dripping from his voice, both of us knowing he had no intention of doing so. Moreover, why should he await my permission to do what was clearly expected of him? I loathed this insufferable, arrogant vampire. ¡°You offered a superficial inquiry. We both know you had no intention of following through,¡± I retorted, my patience wearing thin. ¡°I couldn¡¯t care less about your¡­ mistress. I simply dislike encountering the women my future husbandfrequents.¡± As we reached my bedroom door, Nel¡¯s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with amusement. ¡°Consider it handled, my dear princess. No need to trouble yourself further.¡± I entered my chambers, prepared to underscore my indifference, but he had already dismissed me. Handle it? As if. Chapter 10 Morning light kissed my skin when the bedroom door creaked open. I caught Fay, our shy maid, practically jumping out of her skin when she realized I was already awake. She immediately dropped into a bow, worry etched across her features. ¡°Good morning, my lady. I¡¯ll be tending to you this morning until the others arrive. Since you¡¯re up, I¡¯ll start your bath.¡± She turned toward the washroom, but I couldn¡¯t let her go. Not yet. ¡°You¡¯re a mixed blood.¡± The discovery had been burning in my mind. I wanted to understand what being a mixed blood entailed, a question I had yet to ask. She turned back slowly, chin lifting with the tiniest spark of defiance. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What¡¯s it like?¡± ¡°Ehmm¡ª¡± Her confidence wavered. ¡°Like being a mere mortal, if I can even call myself that.¡± Her eyes darted away, unable to hold my gaze. ¡°So you can¡¯t¡ª¡± ¡°Turn?¡± Her pale face flushed crimson. ¡°I don¡¯t even crave blood.¡± Something in her tone made my heart ache. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if this is a sensitive subject.¡± ¡°It¡¯s fine.¡± She straightened her apron with trembling fingers. ¡°Do you mind if I go draw your bath? The coal gets cool pretty quick.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± As she hurried away, guilt gnawed at me. Perhaps I shouldn¡¯t have pressed her. Osha and Siren soon joined the morning ritual, bringing in breakfast and fashion expertise. After nibbling at a jelly bagel and sipping lavender tea, I let myself be pampered ¨C bath, fresh bandage over my wound, and dressing for the day. My crown sat atop a carefully arranged messy bun, strategically hiding any evidence of yesterday¡¯s accident. I found myself wondering what the royals had planned, where the prince might be. The mere thought of Nel made my eyes roll. Damn him for invading my thoughts at random moments. I needed a distraction before I started wrestling with my emotions again, particularly the rage that seemed to simmer whenever he crossed my mind. Siren¡¯s reflection appeared behind mine in the mirror, but instead of her usual cheerful compliments, her face was drawn with concern. ¡°Be careful today,¡± she said, her usually sparkling brown eyes dim with worry. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°The prince has a mistress. I thought she¡¯d left¡­¡± Of course she didn¡¯t. ¡°But I saw her in town this morning at the Royal Boutique, presumably shopping for tonight. You should stay away from her.¡± ¡°I already know about Ann,¡± I said, adjusting my bun with forced nonchalance. ¡°In fact, I met her.¡± Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. ¡°Oh!¡± Confusion flickered across her face. I turned from the mirror, smoothing my gown. ¡°Why would she need a dress? What¡¯s happening tonight?¡± ¡°There¡¯s a ceremony honoring the troops before they leave for Agarta tomorrow morning. You¡¯re expected to attend.¡± Her voice dropped. ¡°And she¡¯ll be there. I¡¯m worried ¨C she¡¯s only coming to mark her territory.¡± ¡°Mark her territory?¡± I scoffed. ¡°I¡¯m not trying to get between them. She needn¡¯t mark anything!¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know her! There is gossip about her being jealous about the prince and your rescue.¡± ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Confusion knitted my brows together. ¡°He rescued you after your fall.¡± Siren¡¯s bewilderment matched my own. ¡°You didn¡¯t know?¡± My hands stilled on my dress. ¡°I was unconscious. How could I?¡± Heat crept up my neck. ¡°As for Ann,¡± I said, steel entering my voice, ¡°I refuse to waste energy worrying about some bitter woman. I have bigger concerns ¨C the war, my father¡¯s safety.¡± My voice cracked. ¡°Everything is happening so fast.¡± It felt like drowning: Father¡¯s sudden alliance, shipping me off to Ustoria, the horrifying royals, and now this war. Reality had become a whirlwind, and I was caught in its center. Siren squeezed my shoulder. ¡°Your father will conquer those beasts with Ustoria¡¯s help.¡± She smiled gently. ¡°Focus on the wedding. Let the men worry about the rest.¡± ¡°Right¡­ the wedding.¡± My throat tightened at the reminder of my powerlessness ¨C being handed over to a vampire prince like some political token. Tears burned behind my eyes. I needed to change the subject. ¡°Any news of Naomi?¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°A friend joining my court. Could you find out where she is? I¡¯m worried.¡± ¡°Of course. I¡¯ll look into it now.¡± A soldier escorted me to the wardrobe chamber to try on wedding gowns afterward. I stopped short at the sight of countless gowns arranged like a rainbow across metal racks. ¡°Are these all mine?¡± I asked, hardly daring to believe it. ¡°Luxuries approved by the prince,¡±said the soldier before leaving to bid me privacy. I felt my certainties crumbling. How could I reconcile these gestures ¨C the rescue, these beautiful dresses ¨C with everything I¡¯d been taught about vampires? About Nel? A theatrical gentleman approached with a pleasant greeting - the seamstress, as it turned out. He presented three wedding dresses with flourishing gestures, and I tried each one. After an hour of taping, measurements, and alterations, I left with one in mind. That¡¯s when I decided to search for the prince to thank him. For everything. Of all beings, I hadn¡¯t expected him to be my rescuer. In fact I hadn¡¯t thought much of it at all, assuming Fiora¡¯s spies took heed to my fall. There had to be some good in him, some capacity for care. Uuhg! Don¡¯t be fooled. He¡¯s still a vampire. No matter, I owed him thanks, especially after giving him such a hard time every chance I could, justified as my irritation had been. ¡°Where¡¯s Prince Neltavio?¡± I asked the soldier as we walked through the halls. ¡°He¡¯s in the yard doing his morning sparring.¡± ¡°Can you take me to him?¡± ¡°I certainly can.¡± We followed the walkway outside to a private field adjacent to the blood roses. Nel was clashing swords with two soldiers, but the seasoned fighters were no match for him. He swiveled and charged, disarming each opponent with apparent ease. His chuckle proved how little effort it took as he lunged forward, pretending to slit one throat while spinning his blade toward the other¡¯s heart. I couldn¡¯t help but smirk, impressed despite myself. His white button-up was drenched from the long hour of physical activity, sweat glistening on his forehead and neck. When he removed his shirt to wipe his brow, heat rushed to my face. Another round was being wagered by one of the fighters, but Nel¡¯s eyes lit up as I approached. ¡°That¡¯s it for today,¡± he told the men, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. ¡°Princess Loretta, what do I owe the honor?¡± ¡°I wanted to thank you for saving me¡­ and the dresses.¡± He gave a subtle nod. ¡°You¡¯re welcome.¡± Chapter 11 Nel I never expected gratitude to grace those proud lips of hers¡ªthe same ones that seemed permanently curved in distaste whenever I entered a room. How fascinating to watch our fierce little minx princess actually form the words ¡°thank you.¡± Perhaps she¡¯d practiced them beforehand in front of a mirror, along with those defiant glares she¡¯d perfected. The women of court practically tripped over their own gowns at the mere possibility of catching my eye. A simple glance their way, and they¡¯d dissolve into giggling, blushing messes. But Lor? Oh no. Her Highness had to be different. Had to stand there like some unmovable force of nature, challenging my dominance as if she actually believed herself my equal. How¡­ refreshing. Irritating, but refreshing. I found myself wanting to melt that ice wall she''d built¡ªto watch her carefully constructed defenses crumble under the heat of my gaze. The fire in my eyes had reduced stronger opponents to compliant shadows of themselves. Yet she remained stubbornly, infuriatingly unbreakable. Those few moments we''d spent alone had revealed enough, though. Behind all that bravado, she could barely maintain her composure in my presence. Her pulse would quicken, her breath would catch¡ªsmall betrayals her body couldn''t hide, no matter how straight she kept her spine. I caught myself thinking about her far too often¡ªanalyzing her gestures, her sharp retorts, the way she lifted her chin in that insufferably proud way whenever I entered a room. As if being difficult was some sort of art form she''d perfected. And here I was finding myself curious about what went on behind those fierce silver eyes. Pathetic, really. An amused grin formed as I realized how thoroughly she''d managed to get under my skin. Still, I refused to lose sight of her purpose in Ustoria: to become my wife, bear an heir, and simply exist while I ruled the kingdom and, someday, Agarta. Nothing more. Let her play at being a rebel princess¡ªsoon enough she''d learn her place. Though something told me she''d make every step of that journey as difficult as possible. How utterly... the princess. These circular thoughts about her were getting me nowhere. I refocused on Cassius and Lucien, who were still sparring in the courtyard below. The familiar clang of their practice swords offered a grounding presence. I cleared my throat, flexing my shoulders. We¡¯d been inseparable since diapers, though they never forgot who wore the crown. A tight grin formed as I approached. At least these two knew their place, most of the time. ¡°Cassius, you have the advantage,¡± I called out, unable to resist injecting my expertise. ¡°Lunge now!¡± ¡°Whose side are you really on?¡± Lucien grunted, his blue eyes flashing with that familiar petulance. He spun away from the blade with one of his theatrical flourishes¡ªalways the showman¡ªbut Cassius countered with an upward strike to the chest. Predictable. ¡°For a moment,¡± I drawled, ¡°I actually thought Lucien would best you.¡± ¡°Right!¡± Cassius slicked back his mane, chest heaving like he¡¯d run miles instead of dancing around the courtyard, still a playful smirk. ¡°Like I¡¯d let this one beat me.¡± ¡°I could have,¡± Lucien snapped, demonstrating his intended finishing move with all the dramatic flair of a street performer. ¡°Our prince distracted me.¡± ¡°Nonetheless, you¡¯re both brilliant fighters.¡± I couldn¡¯t help but smile at Lucien¡¯s perfectionism¡ªalways an excuse, always a reason when he didn¡¯t win. Some things never changed. A smirk swelled Lucien¡¯s cheeks, curling his thin mustache. ¡°Cassius¡¯s first triumph, and now he¡¯s brilliant? I beg to differ.¡± His eye beamed at Cassius. ¡°Don¡¯t forget who showed you your moves.¡± ¡°Whatever helps you sleep at night,¡± Cassius retorted before turning to me with that gleam in his eye I knew too well. ¡°What were you and the princess talking about?¡± ¡°She was thanking me for rescuing her.¡± I found myself staring at the grass, still somewhat mystified by the gesture. Perhaps there was hope for her yet. ¡°And Ann?¡± Cassius pressed his lips together, barely containing his amusement at what he likely saw as some grand romantic drama. If he only knew. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Her name snapped me from my thoughts. ¡°What about her? I¡¯ve sent her home.¡± My tone hardened as I considered the circumstances that led to my decision. The princess. That ill-advised introduction between her and Ann. While I harbored no romantic feelings for the princess, her comfort in Ustoria was paramount, and that meant Ann''s departure was necessary. ¡°That¡¯s all I¡¯d like to say about it.¡± The humor drained from Cassius¡¯s face. ¡°Very well, my prince.¡± The afternoon slipped away like water through cupped hands, and soon enough, the weight of ceremony pressed in again. War preparations wait for no man, not even a prince with an unwilling bride and a complicated love life. The ceremony was set for six o¡¯clock sharp. I caught myself glancing at the wall clock again¡ªfive fifteen. My steps echoed against the floorboard as I approached the mirror, scrutinizing my ruby red uniform from shoulder to ankles. Everything had to be perfect. My pupils dilated as I checked each gold-encrusted badge. All accounted for. I caught myself playing with the red tassels¡ªa childhood habit I¡¯d never quite shaken. Adjusting my scarlet button-up¡¯s collar for the hundredth time, I drew in a deep breath. Then, because the gods clearly enjoyed testing my patience, my bedroom door creaked open. Ann slipped inside like a shadow, as if she belonged there. As if I hadn¡¯t explicitly told her to leave. ¡°I thought I sent you home.¡± My voice carried all the enthusiasm of a funeral dirge. ¡°You think I¡¯d miss your ceremony?¡± She sashayed closer, all practiced seduction. ¡°Besides, there¡¯s so much catching up we need to do.¡± Her arms snaked around my waist, lips brushing the curve of my neck. ¡°If you know what I mean.¡± ¡°Not right now.¡± I shrugged her off, watching her step back in the mirror¡¯s reflection. ¡°What¡¯s your problem? Is it the war that has you worked up? You know you¡¯ll win.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just¡ª¡± I turned to face her, letting my irritation show. ¡°This isn¡¯t just some petty skirmish against lycans. We¡¯re facing something far more powerful. I don¡¯t need any distractions right now.¡± I softened my tone slightly. ¡°As soon as this is over, I will send for you.¡± ¡°You cannot tell me creatures like Valmorin have you worried. You¡¯ve fought monsters way worse.¡± When I didn¡¯t respond, she pressed on, her voice taking on that edge I¡¯d grown to detest. ¡°Is it her? I told you I wouldn¡¯t go after your little princess. No matter how angry I am about her stealing my crown or my future husband.¡± ¡°Of course not.¡± I cut her off. ¡°Listen, you can attend the ceremony, but afterward, you must return to Numoria.¡± ¡°As long as you throw a kiss in the deal.¡± ¡°Come here.¡± I stroked her cheek, pulling her against my chest. Our lips met, and I kissed her with practiced efficiency, letting her believe what she wanted to believe. She granted full access, eager as always, and I played my part. A grunt escaped when her fingers tangled in my hair. She pulled away, breathless. ¡°Fuck me now!¡± Hunger and lust flamed in her eyes, but I had no intention of feeding either. ¡°You know we can¡¯t. The ceremony starts in less than an hour.¡± ¡°After?¡± ¡°Ann!¡± My patience finally snapped. ¡°I know what you¡¯re doing.¡± ¡°And what is that?¡± ¡°You¡¯re still trying to make me prove myself to you, even after our talk. That¡¯s why you came back, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Of course! You¡¯re fighting a battle for our enemies, and soon, you¡¯ll marry one. You seem so devoted to them. To HER, especially after her little accident! You didn¡¯t think I¡¯d find out?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve already discussed why this is happening. The Valmorin are a threat to all of us, not just them. Besides, peace will stop the bloodshed of our people.¡± I met her accusatory stare. ¡°And whoever told you I saved the princess, did they also mention if I hadn¡¯t, she would have died?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t give a shit. What does this mean for us?¡± ¡°I am not discussing this right now. There are greater matters at stake, above our relationship.¡± My voice turned sharp. ¡°Can you stop putting yourself first all the time?¡± ¡°Fine!¡± Her heels stabbed the floor as she stormed out. Ann''s dramatic exit left a bitter taste in my mouth, but I couldn''t dwell on it. Time was running short, and royal duties beckoned. Besides, family summons weren''t optional, even for a prince about to lead his people to war. I turned back to the mirror, exhausted by the drama. One final inspection of my attire. I guess I look like a future king. Though honestly, I was beginning to wonder what that even meant anymore. Five forty-five. Another ceremony, another performance of royal duty. I rushed through the corridor, adjusting my uniform¡¯s collar. The castle always felt like a chessboard¡ªevery movement calculated, every interaction a potential strategy. Cassius caught me in the hallway. ¡°Your parents are requesting you in the meeting chambers.¡± ¡°What for?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure.¡± The meeting room¡ªtucked behind the library, close to the yard. I entered, bowing slightly. ¡°Mother, father.¡± Father looked up from his documents. ¡°I will be leaving for Bauruth in the morning.¡± Confusion crinkled my forehead. ¡°You¡¯re not fighting with us?¡± ¡°I have important matters to handle,¡± he responded, his tone leaving no room for further questioning. Mother stood behind his chair, her red dress sharp against the wooden backdrop. ¡°Don¡¯t you look the part,¡± she said with a half-smile. ¡°It¡¯s not my first war ceremony.¡± I nodded. Another strategic move. But in this game, the stakes were higher than ever before, and I had a growing suspicion I was playing with a deck I didn''t fully understand. Chapter 12 Nel The troops marched in with mechanical precision¡ªrows of four, steps echoing across the ballroom like a funeral dirge. One, two, three¡­ I could time a heartbeat between each footfall. The nobility erupted in applause, of course. Noblemen, council members, dukes and duchesses¡ªall those precious, wealthy parasites who¡¯d never seen a real battle. At least the soldiers¡¯ families knew what was at stake. I emerged after the last row settled, letting my presence fill the room like an approaching storm. Let them see what awaited the Valmorin¡ªlet them witness their prince ready to unleash chaos on Agarta. My teeth ground together as bloodlust rose in my throat. These monsters had pushed too far, and turning them back wasn¡¯t an option. Death was the only solution, and I intended to deliver it personally. Approaching the throne behind the podium, I noticed the empty seat beside my parents. Where was our precious Minx princess? My eyes swept the ballroom. Not here. Of course not. Why should she bother showing up on time to a ceremony honoring those fighting her war? I pushed the thought aside. I had better things to focus on than my absent bride-to-be. Father took the stand, detailing my supposed accomplishments. Then a chilling realization washed over me. His excessive praise, declaring me a more capable ruler than himself, felt less like paternal pride and more like strategic maneuvering. And now, I had a new found understanding about his intentions regarding Bauruth: he was grooming me to replace him entirely. He wasn¡¯t just planning an extended visit to his homeland; he was preparing to abdicate, leaving me to shoulder the full weight of the kingdom. This realization settled heavily upon me, solidifying my resolve to be ready for the immense responsibility that now seemed inevitable. His absence from the impending battle against the Valmorin suddenly took on a chilling new meaning. He wasn¡¯t staying behind to govern; he was orchestrating his departure. How diplomatic of him. Then came the promises to the troops¡¯ families¡ªcompensation regardless of outcome. We both knew what that meant. War demanded blood, and not all of it would be enemy blood. The ceremony proceeded like some twisted version of a royal ball¡ªelegant food, string music, nobles in their finest garb. Only instead of dancing, we were sending men to die. The troops dispersed, immediately drawing the attention of every unmarried woman in attendance. Not that I could blame them¡ªa soldier¡¯s bed was warm, even if their life expectancy wasn¡¯t. A cluster of ladies in strategically revealing gowns approached, their intentions as transparent as their silk dresses. Once, I would have indulged. A particular beauty with emerald eyes caught my attention, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in practiced seduction. But something gold flickered in my peripheral vision, and suddenly everything else faded to insignificance. Lor stood in the doorway, and for a moment¡ªa brief, maddening moment¡ªI forgot how to breathe. She¡¯d transformed herself into some Egyptian goddess, all gold silk and delicate chains cascading down her arms. The dress was a masterpiece, corset cinched impossibly tight, skirts wide enough to command the entire doorway. Even that subtle hint of cleavage seemed designed to torture. She¡¯d stolen every eye in the room, including my green-eyed temptress¡¯s. ¡°Join her,¡± Mother¡¯s harsh tone cut through my appreciation. Her glare could have curdled milk. What had our little princess done now to earn such contempt? ¡°I thought I¡¯d stay here and enjoy the view.¡± I couldn¡¯t tear my eyes away from her if I tried. Pathetic. ¡°Those are your people out there. Interact with them before she puts a bad taste on our name. Quickly! She is taking the spotlight¡­ not in a good way!¡± ¡°Mother!¡± The word came out sharper than intended. Even I had my limits when it came to her particular brand of venom. ¡°She¡¯s right,¡± Father chimed in. ¡°We are fighting a war in their kingdom and it will take more than a pretty face for our people to accept it. You need to be out there.¡± Mother¡¯s voice dripped acid. ¡°If she wasn¡¯t late, she¡¯d be seated in a corner behind us, but here we are. She looks so¡­ lost.¡± She wasn¡¯t wrong. Lor stood there like a deer sensing predators, those silver eyes wide with barely concealed panic. Being surrounded by vampires must¡¯ve been terrifying. For a moment, pity overrode my irritation. Just make your way to the throne, princess. Was that so difficult? I¡¯d rather stay here, focusing on the battle ahead, but Mother¡¯s continued commentary made that impossible. ¡°Will you please go out there already?¡± ¡°Mother, please!¡± I turned to Father, exasperated. ¡°Is my presence here on the throne not enough?¡± ¡°You have to interact with them,¡± Father said, mastering that tone he used when pretending I had a choice. ¡°Lor being by your side looks even better. If you trust her, so will the masses.¡± His eyes glinted with amusement. ¡°You two need to break the ice anyway. After all, she is to be your wife.¡± A knowing smirk crossed his face. ¡°Or you can just stay here, force everyone to oblige, execute anyone against it for treason. Your choice, son.¡± ¡°You know I would never do that.¡± Though at this moment, the idea of a few strategic executions held a certain appeal. ¡°Then you know what you must do now.¡± Always with the cryptic wisdom, Father. Mother¡¯s disgusted click of the tongue drew my attention back to Lor. ¡°What on earth is she doing, letting people touch her gown like some common street performer?¡± My eyes snapped to the scene, jaw clenching at the sight of grasping hands on my future bride. A group of women had surrounded her¡ªAnn¡¯s little pack of vultures, no doubt. Of course. I should have known she wouldn¡¯t listen when I sent her away. I was across the room before the thought finished forming, shouldering through the crowd. One cleared throat was all it took to scatter them like roaches from light. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°Princess! Are you alright?¡± I didn¡¯t bother hiding my anger, though for once, it wasn¡¯t directed at her. ¡°I think so.¡± She looked genuinely puzzled, which somehow made it worse. ¡°They kept complimenting me and my gown. Is that not normal here?¡± ¡°So they didn¡¯t harm you?¡± ¡°What? Why would they¡ª¡± ¡°They are not allowed to touch you. You¡¯re to be queen someday, for god¡¯s sake.¡± I found myself stepping away, fighting the urge to hunt down each one of those women. ¡°Or have you forgotten your position already?¡± ¡°It¡¯s quite alright. I¡¯m sure they meant no harm.¡± Her naivety would get her killed in this court. Sweet gods, she was impossible. ¡°What they¡¯ve done is punishable.¡± Ann had orchestrated this little show, an irritating trait to her behavior. ¡°This isn¡¯t your father¡¯s court, princess. Here, such liberties come with consequences.¡± ¡°Please! Don¡¯t give anyone more reason not to like me.¡± There was something raw in her voice that made me pause. ¡°I have enough enemies here already.¡± I released a heavy sigh. Her plea actually made sense, damn her. ¡°Fine. But if it ever happens again, I will personally deal with them. And I won¡¯t be as forgiving.¡± Her spine straightened¡ªah, there was the defiant princess I knew. ¡°I can handle myself. If I suspected they had ill intent, don¡¯t you think I would have already acted? Or do you think all Minx are as helpless as you seem to believe?¡± ¡°Sure, spoiled.¡± The word slipped out before I could stop it, watching her nostrils flare with indignation. So much for our earlier progress. ¡°Because you¡¯ve handled everything so brilliantly so far.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t call me that!¡± Her eyes flashed dangerously. ¡°I am not some pet for you to name.¡± My patience, already wearing thin, began to crack. After saving her life, I¡¯d hoped we might manage civil conversation. Clearly, I¡¯d been optimistic. Worse, we were drawing attention¡ªexactly what we didn¡¯t need. ¡°Take my arm.¡± I offered it, trying to salvage this diplomatic disaster. ¡°Unless you¡¯d prefer to give them more to gossip about?¡± ¡°What? Why should I?¡± I kept my voice level, though it cost me. ¡°We¡¯re not setting a good example. Take it and let¡¯s acknowledge our guests. You know, the ones fighting a war for your country. Or have you forgotten why we¡¯re here?¡± ¡°Fine.¡± She threaded her arm through mine like it might bite her. ¡°But don¡¯t think this means anything.¡± ¡°Heaven forbid,¡± I muttered. ¡°Let me do all the talking,¡± I instructed as we approached the first group. ¡°Try to remember you¡¯re a princess, not a warrior for once.¡± The evening devolved into an endless parade of introductions and gratitude. By the fiftieth iteration, I was ready to declare war on small talk itself. Scanning the room, I decided we¡¯d done enough. As long as I¡¯m seen talking to some. I guided Lor toward the last of my willing interactions, but before I could speak¡ª ¡°Hello. I wanted to share my appreciation for your support,¡± she said, her tone surprisingly steady. ¡°You have no idea what this means to me and my father, King Leonebus.¡± The soldiers looked like she¡¯d grown a second head. One veteran locked eyes with me, pointedly ignoring her. ¡°We serve and support YOU, Prince Neltavio. And it is an utmost honor to fight for OUR kingdom.¡± I might have smoothed things over, if Lor hadn¡¯t chosen that moment to bare her teeth. ¡°And once I marry the prince, you will serve us both. For I will be your queen. You¡¯ll find that I do not take lightly being flouted. What is your name?¡± Oh, brilliant. Threaten the soldiers. That will certainly win their loyalty. ¡°¡­¡­Nicholi. Princess Loretta, my intentions were not to disrespect you in any way.¡± ¡°I¡¯d hope not. Not if you value your sword and armor.¡± ¡°Excuse us.¡± I practically dragged her away, hissing under my breath, ¡°I told you I¡¯d talk.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need you speaking for me,¡± she snapped back, her voice low and fierce. ¡°And the entire time you have. Well, I¡¯ve had enough of this charade. It¡¯s clear they only support you. Not me or my father.¡± ¡°You did the only thing to ensure they never will, by asserting your power like that,¡± I retorted, struggling to keep my voice down. ¡°You can¡¯t demand respect. You have to earn it.¡± ¡°Are you saying they won¡¯t honor their new queen?¡± Her eyes flared with defiance. ¡°I¡¯m saying you would have done better keeping your mouth shut. It will take time for them to trust you since our union compromises their beliefs.¡± Frustration edged my words. ¡°As if marrying you doesn¡¯t compromise mine.¡± Her words stung more than they should have, and I saw a flash of disgust in her eyes that only fueled my irritation. With my fangs barred, I leaned closer, cutting her off when she tried to walk away, nearly bumping into my chest. ¡°It¡¯s impossible talking to you. You want to do it your way.¡± I spread my arms wide in mock surrender. ¡°Fine. Have at it.¡± I turned on my heel, rushing off into the crowd. Ann soon came to mind, a revelation of unmeant relief. In the far end of the ballroom, I found my target near a secluded curtain. A crooked grin curled a corner of my mouth. ¡°Hello, Ann.¡± ¡°Your grace,¡± she said, nodding slowly, her expression mirroring mine. ¡°How can I help you?¡± With a private tone, I leaned closer. ¡°Go to my chambers. Wear nothing but your necklace.¡± ¡°Whatever you wish, my prince.¡± Her eyes sparkled with mischief. A few minutes passed before I disappeared to my room. The doors drifted open, revealing Ann atop a cloud of pillows, nude and bare. A diamond glimmered against her left breast, dangling from a silver chain. Lust bulged my eyes and the seams of my pants as she twirled the jewel around her hardened nipple. After clearing my throat, I said, ¡°You¡¯ve been a naughty girl tonight.¡± ¡°How so?¡± she giggled, feigning innocence even as she fell back onto the pillows. I used my speed, pinning her down in an instant. ¡°You sent those girls to torment my fianc¨¦e tonight. I told you she¡¯s off-limits. Why are you so hardheaded?¡± ¡°They were just scoping her out for fleas. After all, she is a mangy dog.¡± I gently pinched her chin, scolding her. ¡°Okay, fine. I won¡¯t bother her anymore.¡± I put my lips to her ear and breathed warmth into them. ¡°You sure?¡± I whispered. ¡°Yes,¡± Ann moaned, her voice sultry and inviting. I leaned back, capturing the entire essence of Ann¡¯s vulnerability, her exploited body pumping with sexual desire. I loved every bit of it¡ªor should have. Her skin pulsated like a magnet, luring one of my hands past her navel, opening her thighs with the other, until a finger found her delicate jewel, twirling slow. ¡°How sure, spoiled?¡± I growled, the endearment a dangerous poison on my tongue, a treacherous slip up. I forced my attention back to the woman beneath me. My fingers danced on the edge of Ann¡¯s slick heat, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. With a slow, deliberate push, one finger breached her, driving deep, stretching her walls. I gritted my teeth, the anticipation coiling in my gut. Another finger joined the first, a rhythmic exploration that drew out a whimper. The sound ignited a fire in my loins, a primal hunger for more. ¡°Tell me,¡± I commanded, my voice rough with need. ¡°How sure?¡± ¡°So sure,¡± she gasped, her voice barely a whisper against the rising tide of my desire. It was a visceral, all-consuming heat, a dark hunger I reveled in. And yet¡­a flicker of silver eyes, a phantom touch, a whisper of defiance¡­intruded. I banished the thought, burying it deep. Ann¡¯s pleasure was a necessary focus, her moans a welcome reprieve from the persistent, irritating echo of self-righteous defiance. Chapter 13 Summoned by Queen Fiora amidst a war, I found myself in the dining room, tasked with the absurd duty of sampling potential wedding dishes. The irony wasn''t lost on me. With my father''s fate hanging in the balance, how could I possibly find joy in wedding preparations? All I could do was hope for his safe return. Despite my apprehension, the sight of the laden table was impressive. Glistening seafood, towering cakes, and golden pastries filled the extended surface, their aromas mingling to create a symphony of garlic, herbs, vanilla, and raspberry. My stomach growled in protest; Fiora''s abrupt summons had prevented me from having breakfast. Seated beside the queen, I eyed the feast longingly, debating the propriety of sneaking a bite. The cook, an elderly vampire with carefully styled gray hair, beamed with pride at his creations. "Princess Loretta," he began, adjusting his spectacles, "as I''ve informed Her Majesty, our appetizers consist of muzzled clams, trout biscuits, and scale butter soup ¨C a rather exclusive selection. Would you care to try some?" My Minx instincts recoiled. Where was the hearty fare of home? The buffalo, the venison? We were carnivores, not dainty fish-eaters. I craved seared rabbit, its juices mingling with herbs and browned butter. Perhaps¡­. "Could we add rabbit to the menu?" The words escaped before I could filter them. The expressions of the cook and queen soured instantly. Fiora tapped my arm sharply. "Rabbit at a wedding is ill-bred," she snapped, her voice laced with disdain. Turning to the cook, she added, "The trout biscuits are acceptable. Add those, and the scale butter soup." "No rabbit then?" The cook looked from Fiora to me, clearly uncomfortable. "The princess will adhere to our customs," Fiora stated, her eyes daring me to challenge her. "Which includes our cuisine." Bitch. I sighed, my hopes for a palatable wedding feast dashed. I resigned myself to the fishy offerings. The morning crawled by as we finalized the menu. Finally, Fiora rose, her patience clearly exhausted. "The seamstress arrives later with more gowns," she informed me, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "My son has been most¡­ generous." More gowns? Despite her tone, I managed a polite, "I appreciate the gesture." "You, like many others," she muttered under her breath. Others? Did Nel have a habit of showering women with dresses? I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the queen''s thinly veiled animosity. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Speaking of my son¡ª" Fiora''s expression softened as Nel approached. "Neltavio," she greeted him, a rare touch of warmth in her voice as she touched his cheek. The display felt strangely unsettling. "Any news?" "The Agartan soldiers have retreated," Nel reported. "They''re outnumbered. My troops and I depart shortly to reinforce them." "Very well." Disappointment flickered across Fiora''s face. Was it Nel''s departure, or his alliance with her former enemies, that displeased her? "How long will you be gone?" "Weeks, perhaps. I wanted to bid you and my bride-to-be farewell." Fiora''s brow furrowed, and she shot me a venomous look, positioning herself between us as if to shield Nel from my presence. "I trust you''ll fight bravely," she said to him. Impulsively, I spoke. "I''m grateful you''re aiding my father." It was the least I could do, despite our strained relationship. Fiora sneered, but I kept my gaze fixed on Nel. He seemed surprised by my gratitude, particularly after our previous night''s encounter. His captivating eyes met mine, sending an unwelcome tremor through me. "If it ensures peace between our peoples, I''m happy to assist," he replied, his words laced with a pointed undertone. "Perhaps others will adapt to the necessary changes, Princess." Must I look at the bigger picture? Are the changes necessary? I suppose they are. Ugh! He¡¯s getting into my head again.The thought of marrying him, of remaining in this castle with Fiora, filled me with dread. "Mustn''t you leave?" Fiora interrupted the tense silence. "Indeed. Farewell, Mother." With that, he was gone. After enduring the seamstress and her endless array of gowns, I was informed of Naomi''s arrival. I greeted her at the entrance, surprised by her transformation. Clad in a sophisticated court dress, she looked every bit the royal advisor. "Princess, it''s good to see you," she said, embracing me warmly. "With all the recent chaos, I''d almost forgotten you were coming," I replied, returning her hug. "I can only imagine how overwhelmed you must be," Naomi said, her expression softening with concern. "Being here, the war, the impending marriage¡­" "What did my father truly send you here for?" I asked, lowering my voice. Naomi glanced around nervously. "Is there somewhere more private we can talk?" Once in my room, Naomi''s demeanor shifted, her usual cheerful facade replaced by a worried frown. Whatever news she carried, it was clearly serious. "So?" I prompted, breaking the tense silence. "Why are you here?" "On your wedding night," she began hesitantly, "I will take your place." I stared at her, uncomprehending. "I don''t understand." "I will sleep with the prince," she clarified, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will pretend to be you." My eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "That''s absurd! We look nothing alike. He''ll know. How could this possibly work?" "I''ll be veiled, as per tradition," Naomi explained. "What if he removes the veil?" I argued, shaking my head. "This is a terrible plan." The unspoken tension between Nel and me had been escalating. Naomi''s scheme was doomed to fail, especially considering Nel''s evident desire to control me. I couldn''t shake the memory of his words during our first meeting, the intensity in his hypnotic gaze. Unbidden images of our wedding night flashed through my mind ¨C a darkened room, flickering red candles, the prince''s touch¡­ No.I forced myself to remain objective, even as a blush warmed my cheeks. "It might not be as¡­ straightforward as you think. You know how vampires are." "It''s just the consummation," Naomi reasoned. "I doubt it will be¡­ intense. We can request an audience if that eases your concerns." "Fine," I conceded, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "But if we''re caught, I hope you have an army ready to defend us." Chapter 14 The days blurred together in a monotonous rhythm. Every morning brought the same parade¡ªmaids with breakfast, endless pampering, and wardrobe selections that felt more like armor than clothing. At least I had Naomi. We spent hours planning for the wedding night, our shared secret giving us something to hold onto. It was strange, really. As my maid, she¡¯d been kept at arm¡¯s length by title and circumstance. Now, as a free woman, she was the closest thing to a friend I had in this gilded prison. Today they¡¯d poured me into another of Nel¡¯s ¡°gifts¡±¡ªa studded, slim-fitting gown in deep ruby. But let¡¯s be honest. Nel hadn¡¯t really gifted me, just carelessly signed off on every piece of fabric in my closet, the only element of my importance. Today I wore this piece, another costume for another day of being decorative. That¡¯s all I was here¡ªa useless background character with no real power, no purpose beyond looking pretty and keeping quiet. At least the consummation scheme gave me something to focus on. And at least I don¡¯t have to sleep with him. The thought alone made my skin crawl. As afternoon light painted the gardens gold, Naomi and I finished our daily tour. We kept our conversation light, aware of Fiora¡¯s eyes and ears lurking in every shadow. Better to discuss the weather than risk our plans being discovered. We arrived at dinner early, our laughter echoing off marble walls as Naomi cracked another vampire joke. ¡°I can¡¯t believe you said that out loud,¡± I managed between gasps for air. ¡°You know it¡¯s true.¡± Her eyes sparkled with mischief. ¡°Anyhow, what¡¯s on the menu today, breaded sardines? Or pickle fritter fish bites?¡± I fought back another wave of giggles. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. ¡°Oh, stop it! Will you? When did you become such a jokester?¡± ¡°I¡¯m just saying. Their food names and arrangements are rather¡­ silly.¡± The aroma of tonight¡¯s fancy clam dish wafted over, herbs and lemon mixing with pepper-crusted salmon. I had to admit, these Ustorian delicacies were growing on me. I¡¯d even noticed my waistline shrinking from the lighter fare. Which isn¡¯t a bad thing, actually. Though I¡¯d never tell Fiora that. Later, tucked away in my bedroom, we talked about our new realities. Naomi understood my grief better than anyone¡ªshe¡¯d left behind everything too. Her family, her home, traded for a castle full of vampires who saw her as less than nothing. The sun had barely set when Naomi yawned, sprawling across my pillows. ¡°You know, I¡¯ll probably sleep in here tonight.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine with me. I enjoy your company.¡± She sat up, smiling broadly. ¡°Not as much as I enjoy yours. I¡¯m glad I¡¯m not your maid anymore. The nicest you¡¯ve ever been to me.¡± I smirked, about to respond when a heavy knock interrupted us. ¡°Who could that be?¡± I said. Shock widened both our eyes. I padded to the door, peering out to find a stone-faced soldier in the dim corridor. ¡°How can I help you?¡± The late hour made me wary. ¡°The queen has requested your presence in the meeting chambers.¡± ¡°What for?¡± ¡°She will speak further with you on the matter.¡± It¡¯s so like the queen to randomly summon me. But I knew this day would come again, just not when I¡¯m on the verge of sleep. I glanced back at Naomi. ¡°I¡¯ll be back.¡± Fiora stood by a window in the meeting chamber, her silhouette stark against the night sky. She turned as I entered, fixing me with that familiar icy glare. ¡°You called for me?¡± I hated how my voice trembled. ¡°I did.¡± Her tone could have frozen flame. She glided across ancient floorboards until she loomed before me. ¡°The normal vampires are concerned about the mixed bloods, certain that the curse will change them into Valmorin. There have been no confirmed cases of that happening, but still, we must take precautions.¡± What the hell are you telling me for? I dropped my gaze, mind racing. ¡°I understand that you asserting your¡­ power.¡± Her scoff made it clear exactly what she thought of my authority here. ¡°Tomorrow you will use that defiant voice that longs to be heard so much to give out this order.¡± Her wrist snapped forward, scroll clutched like a weapon. My hand shook as I took it, unrolling its contents. The words hit me like a physical blow: All mixed bloods must vacate their homes immediately and will be escorted to Ghostun. Chapter 15 The carriage lurched along the dirt road to Druena, each bump a reminder of the decree folded tightly in my trembling hands. Fiora¡¯s orders felt like a weapon, and I was about to wound an entire community. Tristan sat across from me, stoic and silent. His presence offered no comfort. The first town emerged¡ªa tapestry of life far more complex than I¡¯d imagined. Children played, workers moved, families breathed¡ªall about to be torn apart by my words. As I stepped onto the wooden dais, the crowd¡¯s collective breath seemed to pause. Their eyes held a mixture of fear, defiance, and raw vulnerability. ¡°People of Columbria,¡± my voice cracked. ¡°All mixed bloods must vacate immediately and be escorted to Ghostun.¡± A woman¡¯s scream pierced the silence. ¡°Ghostun? Why Ghostun?¡± ¡°We can¡¯t go to Ghostun!¡± another voice shouted. ¡°What does this mean?¡± an elder cried out. Stolen story; please report. ¡°Our entire lives! Our homes!¡± ¡°Why are you doing this to us?¡± Each cry felt like a physical blow. These weren¡¯t monsters or statistics. These were people facing an incomprehensible fate, their entire existence about to be uprooted. Suddenly, a man charged toward me, a stolen sword in his hand. Tristan intercepted, his blade sparking against the attacker¡¯s. The man¡¯s nose broke under Tristan¡¯s strike, blood spraying across the wooden dais. ¡°Princess,¡± Tristan¡¯s voice was deadly. ¡°Shall I end his life?¡± The man¡ªbleeding, broken¡ªlooked up. ¡°What have we done?¡± Something inside me shattered. ¡°Let him go.¡± The next town was worse. Some attacked mixed bloods, shoving them to the ground. ¡°Times up,¡± one snarled. The dais collapsed during the ensuing fight. I fell into a sea of swinging fists, boots trampling my spine. Tristan¡¯s sword flashed¡ªready to kill to protect me. He pulled me afoot and we hurried away. In the carriage, the weight of the day pressed against my chest. Each bump reminded me of the bodies I¡¯d just displaced, the lives I¡¯d just shattered. ¡°Tristan,¡± I said softly, my voice breaking the heavy silence. ¡°Thank you. For protecting me.¡± He didn¡¯t respond immediately, and when he did, his voice was measured. ¡°It is my duty, Princess.¡± ¡°No,¡± I whispered. ¡°It¡¯s more than that. Those people¡­ they looked at me like I was destroying their entire world.¡± My hands began to tremble. ¡°All this because of fear.¡± Tristan nodded. ¡°Mixed bloods can potentially transform into Valmorin without warning. One transformation could destroy entire communities.¡± I understood the risk. The Valmorin were monsters¡ªuncontrollable beings that could emerge from mixed bloodlines, capable of devastating entire regions. But looking at those families, those children¡­ ¡°They¡¯re still people,¡± I said quietly. ¡°Families being torn apart.¡± The landscape outside blurred¡ªjust like my understanding of this cruel world I was being forced to navigate. Each town, each cry, each terrified face became a weight I wasn¡¯t sure I could carry. ¡°I never wanted this,¡± I said, a tear sliding down my cheek. ¡°To be the one who sends people away because of what they might become.¡± Tristan remained silent, but his silence felt like understanding. Or perhaps judgment. Some queen I would make. If I could even call myself that. Chapter 16 I charged through the hallway toward the meeting room, Tristan struggling to keep up. Betrayal burned in my chest. How could she make me do such a thing to those poor people? Put me in harm¡¯s way? Bursting through the door, I found Fiora seated with council members and two massive guards. An instant hush swept across the room as every eye turned to me. ¡°Princess?¡± Fiora looked genuinely shocked. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± My heart raced. Important vampires stared, their gazes drilling into me. Speaking suddenly felt impossible. But I¡¯m already here. I took deep breaths, willing my voice to steady. ¡°I did what you asked,¡± I said, my voice shakier than I wanted. ¡°I nearly died in the process. Someone tried to attack me. The people were so upset that a huge riot broke out. I was trampled and barely escaped.¡± The words tumbled out. ¡°You knew this would happen. And you sent me anyway.¡± ¡°Everyone out!¡± Fiora¡¯s glare sent her subjects scurrying. As the door shut, I stood frozen. She rose from her chair, moving toward me with flared nostrils and cornered eyebrows. ¡°Are you trying to insinuate that I set you up?¡± Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ¡°I¡¯m saying you knew the risks and made me do it anyway. They think this was my idea. They hate me now, which I¡¯m sure you wanted.¡± Her amused scoff cut through me. ¡°You are to be queen someday. You¡¯ll make tough decisions to protect the country.¡± She pressed forward, forcing me to stumble back. ¡°Question me again, and I¡¯ll snap that pretty little neck of yours before you finish speaking. Are we clear?¡± Terror gripped me. But something inside me burned. Rage. Defiance. I wanted to scream. To challenge her. To demand why innocent people must suffer. The words bubbled up in my throat¡ªa storm of rebellion desperate to break free. But one look in her eyes silenced me. This was her expectation of me. Not a leader. Not a compassionate ruler. But a puppet. Someone who would carry out her brutal orders without question. Someone who would learn to be cold, calculated, willing to sacrifice entire communities for some greater ¡°protection.¡± ¡°Y-yes,¡± I whispered instead, the fight dying in my throat. Her smile was victory itself. I¡¯ll have to live with this monster and hope not to upset her. ¡°Now leave!¡± I fled, relief washing over me. I¡¯d cheated death again. But the truth remained, sending electrical chills through my body. I¡¯ll have to live with this monster and hope not to upset her. Just as I reached my floor, a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the corridor. In the distance, two soldiers dragged Fay by her arms. ¡°What is the meaning of this?¡± she demanded. ¡°Where are you taking me? I¡¯ve done nothing wrong!¡± Mixed blood. Oh, Fay. For a moment, I considered intervening. But Fiora¡¯s threat rang in my ears. Whose to say she won¡¯t follow through if I get involved? The ruthless edict echoed¡ªall mixed bloods cast away to Ghostun. Even innocent Fay. Fay¡¯s terrified cries grew louder as the soldiers dragged her. When our eyes met, I saw pure terror. Desperation. But I stood motionless, a sullen gaze my only response. I wish there was something I could do. The soldiers bowed as they passed me, one carrying Fay down the stairs. Her screams eventually faded into silence. Chapter 17 A month had past of bitter chill had turned the castle into my prison. Each day melted into the next, an endless loop of stone walls and echoing corridors. I¡¯d mapped every crack in the ceiling, every worn flagstone in the floors ¨C anything to distract myself from the fact that I was betrothed to a vampire prince. Today, at least, I had Naomi beside me. She¡¯d become my partner in crime during these indoor adventures, her presence making the endless exploration somewhat tolerable. We¡¯d found ourselves in an unfamiliar wing, standing before a door so thick it seemed built to contain secrets rather than space. ¡°Probably blocking their victims from getting out,¡± Naomi whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. ¡°Or worse ¨C the Valmorin,¡± I muttered, though the word sent a chill down my spine. Naomi turned to me with those pleading eyes I knew too well. ¡°Of all the secret doors we¡¯ve found, can we finally peek inside one of them?¡± ¡°Not a good idea. If we¡¯re caught, the queen will probably air us out. I do not feel like facing her today.¡± But even as I spoke, curiosity gnawed at my resolve. ¡°There¡¯s nobody around,¡± Naomi pressed. ¡°No one will know. C¡¯mon, let¡¯s see what secrets they¡¯re hiding.¡± I hesitated, weighing my options. ¡°Fine. But in and out.¡± The door fought us every inch, its ancient hinges groaning in protest as Naomi tugged. When it finally gave way, darkness yawned before us ¨C a staircase descending into what looked like the castle¡¯s throat. ¡°It looks like a cellar,¡± I said, trying to mask my unease. ¡°Now let¡¯s get out of here.¡± I pulled at Naomi¡¯s gown, but she stood transfixed. ¡°I¡¯m going down. Please don¡¯t make me do it alone.¡± After giving it a few moments of hesitation, I finally caved. ¡°Bah¡ªFine!¡± We crept down the narrow stairs, the darkness pressing against us like a living thing. At the bottom, a path of mixed dirt and gravel led to an eerie, red door that seemed to pulse in the dim light. ¡°You know what,¡± Naomi¡¯s voice quivered, ¡°I change my mind.¡± She tried to retreat, but I held her back. ¡°We¡¯re already down here.¡± I took the lead, though every step felt like tempting fate. At the door, I pressed my ear against it, listening. ¡°I don¡¯t hear anyone. Let¡¯s go inside, find what we need and leave!¡± The door scraped open under my touch, revealing a unlit cellar that made my blood run cold. A vast pool of dark liquid dominated the space, surrounded by four doorless rooms that gaped like hungry mouths. My feet moved of their own accord, drawn to the mysterious pool. Before I could stop myself, I¡¯d dipped a finger into the dense liquid. ¡°Why would you touch it?¡± Naomi hissed. Horror crawled up my spine as realization hit. ¡°I think it¡¯s blood.¡± I wiped my finger frantically against my gown, my stomach churning. ¡°But from where?¡± The thunder of approaching footsteps answered my question. My heart stopped, then exploded into panic. ¡°We must hide!¡± I grabbed Naomi¡¯s hand and yanked her into the nearest room, pressing us both into the shadows. From our hiding place, I watched as wounded vampires stumbled in, supported by their comrades. Then a voice I knew all too well ¨C Nel¡¯s voice ¨C echoed through the chamber. ¡°Call in the duneers,¡± he commanded, his face emerging from the entrance with two of his men in tow. ¡°Do you require feeding?¡± one of his men asked. ¡°Cassius, do I look wounded to you?¡± ¡°Did you forget that your leg was mauled?¡± ¡°I am fine. I¡¯ll probably soak for an hour, but I am more concerned for the wounded. Call in the duneers!¡± Minutes later, four naked women entered the cellar. The wounded vampires were led to separate doorless rooms, and what followed made my heart plunge forward. An erotic choir of moans carried through the air. I crept toward our doorway, leaving Naomi behind, and peered out. In the rooms across from us, the wounded vampires fed from the necks, arms, and legs of the duneers. What shocked me most was how each woman pressed their faces closer, encouraging them. Like they¡¯re enjoying it. What the hell? My face scrunched up like I¡¯d eaten a sour lemon and I backed away. The prince did say it brought pleasure. How gross. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Just as I went to reconnect with Naomi, someone approached our hiding place, standing at the doorway with their back toward us. ¡°We have to get out of here,¡± Naomi whispered. ¡°Or we¡¯re next.¡± ¡°Hopefully no one comes in here. We¡¯ll leave as soon as the coast is clear.¡± ¡°And when will that be?¡± ¡°I¡ªuh I¡¯m not sure. Just stay quiet.¡± The noise in the opposing rooms peaked to an overbearing volume. After what felt like hours but was probably only ten minutes, the erotic wails ended. Nel¡¯s voice cut through the silence. ¡°Get them to the infirmary for recovery. And everyone else leave. I am going to soak for a moment.¡± Once everyone left, I peered out to see if we could escape, but Nel stood at the edge of the pool. When he began undressing, heat rushed to my cheeks. His perfectly chiseled body emerged, and despite myself, my eyes traced every line of him. The wound his soldier mentioned was clearly visible, angry and open on his leg. He limped into the blood pit, submerging himself to the waist. A woman emerged from a hidden door, approaching the pit as naked as he was. ¡°I am not in the mood to feed,¡± he dismissed her. ¡°You are injured. Let me help you.¡± She entered the pit, pressing her back against him. ¡°Feed from my neck and all will be well.¡± The sight of Nel sinking his fangs into her neck, her moans of pleasure, stirred something in me I didn¡¯t want to acknowledge. Anger warred inside me until I couldn¡¯t take it anymore. ¡°That¡¯s enough!¡± I stormed out of hiding. Nel released his prey, casting a bloody smile in my direction as the duneer fled in shame. ¡°Princess, what do I owe the honor?¡± ¡°What the hell are you doing?¡± I demanded, ignoring his question. ¡°Remember that discussion we had about why we feed?¡± His eyes narrowed as he wiped blood from his lips. ¡°Why are you down here?¡± ¡°We got lost. And when we heard footsteps coming, we hid.¡± ¡°We?¡± Naomi emerged beside me with a timid wave. ¡°I¡¯d like to talk to my fianc¨¦e alone, if that is alright with you.¡± After Naomi fled, Nel climbed from the pool with deliberate slowness, as if my presence was merely an inconvenience to his evening. He wrapped a towel around himself, blood trailing down his rib-cage. I forced my eyes to stay on his face, hating how difficult that simple act proved to be. ¡°Why are you down here?¡± His voice carried that aristocratic edge that never failed to bristle my nerves. ¡°I told you. We were roaming the castle and got lost.¡± A low chuckle escaped him, the sound both elegant and mocking. ¡°Lost?¡± He moved closer, each step measured. ¡°You possess many qualities, Princess, but subtlety isn¡¯t one of them.¡± ¡°And you possess many qualities, Prince, but charm certainly isn¡¯t one of yours.¡± The words flew out before I could stop them. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes ¨C amusement mixed with something darker. ¡°Yet here you are, seeking me out in the dead of night. One might think you¡¯re doing it on purpose.¡± ¡°Seeking you¡ª? Don¡¯t flatter yourself.¡± But my voice wavered traitorously as he drew nearer. ¡°Then enlighten me, dear fianc¨¦e.¡± The way he said ¡®fianc¨¦e¡¯ made it sound like both an endearment and an insult. ¡°What compels you to constantly push against every boundary set before you? Is it mere rebellion, or¡­¡± He paused, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch, ¡°¡­something else?¡± ¡°You¡¯re just mad that I found out about your disgusting nature.¡± I lifted my chin, refusing to back down despite how his proximity made my skin prickle with awareness. ¡°What is that stuff you were soaking in?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not human blood.¡± His voice dropped lower, almost intimate. ¡°And there is nothing disgusting about how I live to survive. You will stop with your insults.¡± ¡°Or what?¡± I felt driven to get under his skin. His fist slammed into the wall beside my head, cracking the stone. But it was the controlled power behind it that made me shiver ¨C he could have easily shattered the wall completely. He knew it. I knew it. Instead of retreating, I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze with defiance. Something shifted in his expression then, a flicker of intrigue beneath his usual mask of indifference. He moved closer, not touching me but near enough that I could feel the cold radiating from his skin. His bloody finger lifted my chin, and I saw his pupils dilate as they bore into mine. The air between us grew thick with unspoken challenges. ¡°You enjoy this, don¡¯t you?¡± His voice was barely above a whisper. ¡°Provoking me. Testing limits. Tell me, Princess, what do you hope to achieve?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not trying to achieve anything,¡± I managed to say, though my voice sounded foreign to my own ears. The energy between us had shifted into something dangerous, something that made my heart race for reasons I refused to examine. A knowing smirk played at the corner of his mouth. ¡°No? Then why is your heart beating so fast?¡± He leaned closer, his breath cool against my ear. ¡°Fear¡­ or something else?¡± I wanted to push him away. I wanted to run. I wanted¡­ I didn¡¯t know what I wanted. His proximity was doing something to my mind, making it difficult to remember why I was angry in the first place. He stroked my cheek with that same bloody finger, and a traitorous sigh escaped my lips. Then, just as suddenly as he¡¯d approached, he pulled away. The abrupt loss of his presence left me feeling strangely bereft. ¡°You really shouldn¡¯t be down here,¡± he said, his back to me. But there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn¡¯t been there before, a rigid control that suggested he wasn¡¯t as unaffected as he pretended to be. I remained against the wall, my legs unwilling to support my weight just yet, watching as he walked away. Neither of us acknowledged what had just passed between us ¨C that crackling energy that was neither hatred nor desire, but something far more dangerous than either. It wasn¡¯t until he disappeared from view that I finally let out the breath I¡¯d been holding, my fingers touching the spot on my cheek where his hand had been. Chapter 18 That night I lay in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as thoughts of my encounter with the vampire prince consumed me. He¡¯d left me speechless¡­ still. Unwanted images flickered through my mind ¨C sculpted abs, that gorgeous bloody smile, his touch that burned against my cheek. My fingers traced where his fingers had been, finding crusted blood still lingering on my skin. He¡¯d invaded my space, something I despised because of how thoroughly his presence unraveled me. I was losing control. Why did he have such power to leave me breathless? A sigh finally escaped me, too consumed by this inner battle. Then a dangerous thought emerged ¨C how did he intend to take me on our wedding night? No¡ªI shouldn¡¯t think such things. He¡¯s a disgusting vampire. Besides, Naomi was my solution, the one who would take my place so I wouldn¡¯t have to endure consummation. That was father¡¯s plan, to have my friend sleep with my soon-to-be husband, all because he harbored the same fears as Fiora. But my body betrayed me. My mind too. The image of Nel and the duneer in the pool of blood had seemed intimate, though it clearly wasn¡¯t, and now it made my core pulse with unwanted tension. I bit my lip, eyes closing. My hand made involuntary movements toward my¡­ I jerked it away at the sudden knock. Heat rushed to my cheeks. What the hell was I thinking, entertaining such thoughts? I scurried to the door, yanking my nightgown straight, and there stood Nel, freshly washed and dressed in silk pants and a robe that left his chest bare. Droplets of water still clung to his hair, making him look almost¡­ human. Almost. I fought to keep my gaze on his eyes, but could he tell? When words seemed stuck in my throat, he spoke first. ¡°Did I catch you at a bad time?¡± That knowing smirk played at his lips as his gaze swept over me, lingering just long enough to make me uncomfortable. ¡°Your heart is racing, Princess. Should I be concerned?¡± ¡°The only concerning thing is your inability to leave me in peace.¡± I gripped the door frame, attempting nonchalance. ¡°What do you want, Nel?¡± His eyebrows rose at my informal address. ¡°First name basis now? My, we are making progress.¡± ¡°Would you prefer ¡®insufferable creature of the night¡¯?¡± A low chuckle escaped him. ¡°There¡¯s that sharp tongue I¡¯ve grown so fond of.¡± He leaned against my doorway, deliberately invading my space. ¡°I came to check on you after your¡­ internal meltdown in the cellar. You seemed rather affected by what you witnessed.¡± ¡°Affected?¡± I scoffed, though my voice wasn¡¯t as steady as I¡¯d like. ¡°I was disgusted. There¡¯s a difference.¡± ¡°Is there?¡± He reached out, his finger tracing where his bloody touch had dried on my cheek. ¡°Then why haven¡¯t you washed this off? One might think you wanted to keep a piece of me with you.¡± I slapped his hand away, ignoring how my skin tingled at his touch. ¡°One might think you¡¯re delusional.¡± ¡°Am I?¡± His eyes darkened, pupils dilating. ¡°Your pulse quickens when I¡¯m near. Your breath catches. Your body betrays you, even as your mouth spews defiance.¡± He tilted his head, studying me like a puzzle he was determined to solve. ¡°I wonder what other sounds that mouth could make, given the proper motivation.¡± ¡°You¡¯re disgusting.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re lying.¡± He stepped closer, forcing me to back into my room. ¡°To me. To yourself. How exhausting it must be, fighting so hard against what you want.¡± ¡°What I want is for you to leave.¡± ¡°Is it?¡± His voice dropped to a whisper. ¡°Then why haven¡¯t you closed the door?¡± I glanced down at my hand, still gripping the door handle but making no move to shut it. Damn him. ¡°Our wedding night approaches, spoiled.¡± The nickname rolled off his tongue like honey laced with poison. ¡°All these walls you¡¯ve built, all this pretend hatred ¨C it won¡¯t save you then. I intend to take my time, dismantling every last defense you possess.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll have to be satisfied with disappointment,¡± I shot back. ¡°You¡¯ll get one night, nothing more.¡± His laugh was dark velvet. ¡°Oh, precious thing. One night is all I¡¯ll need.¡± He leaned in, his cool breath fanning my ear. ¡°By dawn, you¡¯ll be begging for a lifetime.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t beg.¡± ¡°Yet.¡± He pulled back, eyes gleaming with wicked promise. ¡°You¡¯re playing a dangerous game, little princess, wandering into vampire territories, provoking me at every turn. One might think you¡¯re doing it on purpose.¡± ¡°One might think you¡¯re reading too much into simple rebellion.¡± If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Simple?¡± He traced my jawline with one finger. ¡°Nothing about you is simple. That¡¯s what makes you so¡­ intriguing.¡± I jerked away from his touch. ¡°I¡¯m so glad I amuse you.¡± ¡°Oh, you do more than amuse me.¡± His expression turned serious. ¡°You challenge me. Nobody challenges me. They¡¯re all too afraid.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not afraid of you.¡± ¡°No?¡± He moved closer, backing me against the wall. ¡°Then why are you trembling?¡± ¡°Anger,¡± I whispered, but who was I fooling? ¡°Liar.¡± He braced his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. ¡°Your defiance rouses something in me, princess. Something dark. Something hungry. You should be careful what you awaken.¡± ¡°Or what?¡± ¡°Or I might stop being such a gentleman.¡± His eyes dropped to my lips before meeting mine again. ¡°And we both know you¡¯re not ready for that¡­ yet.¡± He pushed away from the wall abruptly, leaving me cold and breathless. ¡°Sweet dreams, princess. Try not to think of me too much as you lie alone in your bed.¡± The door clicked shut behind him, and my legs finally gave out. I slid to the floor, heart pounding, body burning with needs I refused to acknowledge. Damn him. Damn him for affecting me like this. But as I crawled back into bed, I couldn¡¯t deny the truth in his words. I was playing with fire, and some part of me ¨C some traitorous, reckless part ¨C wanted to burn. The next morning I woke up to Osha, tray in hand, placing it on a food cart. The silence felt heavy, weighted with unspoken memories. My heart ached with a subtle, persistent longing for Fay - her absence creating a void that even the morning¡¯s soft light couldn¡¯t fill. When Osha witnessed me, her movements were precise, her greeting direct. ¡°Your breakfast is prepared, Princess.¡± Something in her tone suggested she understood the turbulence brewing beneath my calm exterior.I appreciated that she didn¡¯t attempt unnecessary comfort. Siren came in soon after, another new gown in hand, this one ocean blue with shimmery studs throughout the silk. The fabric caught the light like captured starlight, promising something between a statement and a weapon. ¡°Is there some sort of special engagement?¡± I asked, my brows knitting together with a mixture of curiosity and mild suspicion. ¡°There is a grand ball celebration welcoming the prince and troops home,¡± Siren announced, her voice carrying a hint of excitement that seemed to dance around the edges of the fabric. That¡¯s when I realized how deeply I¡¯d been so wrapped in this new lifestyle and the distraction of Nel. How long had it been since I¡¯d truly considered my father¡¯s fate? King Leonebus, renowned for his strength, must be alive. Nel hadn¡¯t mentioned any tragedy, but uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my confidence. ¡°Any news on my father?¡± The question escaped quietly, almost hesitantly. Osha¡¯s response was measured. ¡°Not that I¡¯m aware of. The royals should have informed you.¡± A restless energy began to build within me. Sitting, waiting, wondering - these were not states I was comfortable inhabiting. ¡°I¡¯m actually going to head to them now. I¡¯m not really hungry. Can I just dress?¡± The request hung in the air, less a question and more a declaration of intent. Once bathed and decorated like an ornament, I headed to the warroom, already feigning an interaction with Fiora and her son. But I needed to understand the outcome. Did we defeat the Valmorin? Was my father alive? I hesitated at the entrance of the warroom, my heart quickening as I pushed the heavy door open. Queen Fiora and Nel were already locked in a heated discussion, their voices sharp in the still air. The queen sat perfectly straight in her chair¡ªa throne in all but name¡ªwhile King Serphen¡¯s empty seat cast long shadows in the afternoon light. ¡°The camps are necessary,¡± Fiora was saying, her words cutting through the tension. ¡°You¡¯re too young to understand the complexities of ruling.¡± ¡°I understand enough.¡± Nel¡¯s voice carried an edge I rarely heard. ¡°If I¡¯m to be king, I won¡¯t have you¡ª¡± ¡°You¡¯re not king yet.¡± Fiora¡¯s fingers traced the edge of her armrest. ¡°And until that day comes, I make the decisions that protect our people. The mixed bloods are a threat that must be contained.¡± ¡°They¡¯re our people!¡± Nel¡¯s fist struck the table between them. ¡°You can¡¯t just lock them away and pretend¡ª¡± ¡°I can, and I have.¡± Her tone remained deadly calm. ¡°Your soft heart blinds you to the danger they represent. Would you rather wait until they destroy everything we¡¯ve built?¡± ¡°There are other ways¡ª¡± ¡°Which you¡¯ve yet to propose.¡± Fiora¡¯s gaze cut to where I stood, my stomach clenching at the attention. ¡°Why¡¯s she here?¡± Before I could find my voice, Nel turned, his expression hardening at the interruption. The playful prince I knew vanished beneath the weight of politics and his mother¡¯s presence. I forced myself to stand straighter. ¡°I¡­ I came about my father.¡± The words felt small in the vast chamber. ¡°There¡¯s been no word.¡± Fiora rose, each movement deliberate. ¡°Can¡¯t you see we¡¯re discussing matters of state? Who keeps allowing these interruptions?¡± ¡°Mother.¡± Nel¡¯s sharp tone surprised me. ¡°Her concern is valid.¡± His eyes met mine, softening slightly. ¡°Your father is well.¡± The knot in my chest loosened. ¡°And the war?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve eliminated the Valmorin threat at Zarut Mountain.¡± Hope flared in my chest, but his next words doused it. ¡°Though there are¡­ whispers of others. Their whereabouts remain unknown.¡± ¡°I see.¡± I worked to keep my voice steady. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Is that all, princess?¡± Fiora¡¯s question hung in the air like frost. I nodded, retreating from the chamber while maintaining what dignity I could. My hands trembled only after the door closed behind me. It made little sense¡ªthey had been discussing the mixed blood camps, my own assignment, yet Fioracouldn¡¯t dismiss me fast enough. The walk to Naomi¡¯s chambers helped steady my nerves. Her room lay close to mine, an unexpected courtesy from former enemies. I knocked once before entering, watching her face brighten at my appearance. ¡°Princess!¡± Warmth filled her voice. ¡°What brings you here?¡± An idea formed, something to chase away the chill of the war chamber. ¡°The ball tonight¡ªwould you accompany me?¡± Her smile faltered. ¡°A ball? With vampires? After what we witnessed last night¡­¡± ¡°The duneers recovered fine.¡± I hated defending their feeding habits, but I needed her there. Needed someone to help me forget the ice in Fiora¡¯s voice, the strange distance in Nel¡¯s eyes. ¡°Please? I could use a friend tonight.¡± She studied my face for a long moment. ¡°You¡¯ll stay with me? We can leave if things become¡­ uncomfortable?¡± ¡°The moment you say the word. I promise.¡±