Back at Prince GEORGE 'S CASTLE
Prince George's POVOne of the royal guards rush to my bedroom to inform me that the vampire hunter has arrived , since my uncle has given me the task of welcoming our guest because he has important business to handle out of the country . Therefore , without wasting any time I rush to the drawing room where I am to welcome whoever the vampire hunter might be .First impression counts , hence I want to be the first to reach the drawing room in oder to leave a good impression on the vampire hunter . It is also important that I establish a good relationship with the vampire hunter from the start to ensure that I am not one of her suspects . Moreover , I need the vampire hunter to report to me in every step of her investigation to ensure that I am one step ahead at all times . In addition the most important aspect of our friendship will benefit me as I will finally get answers to my many unanswered questions about myself . What better way to learn about vampires than from a vampire hunter who possibly knows everything is to be known about them . This is an opportunity I can not afford to lose , it is the only way I can keep my secret hidden from everyone espercially , the vampire hunter who is here for me . Moreover , if I ensure that my secret is hidden then the more I can delay the wedding from happening . There is no way on earth that I can allow myself to wed because I certainly do not want to ruin anyone's life by involving them in my messed up life .The vampire hunter POINT OF VIEWNothing seems to have changed in this kingdom despite decades of change in leadership . It is still the same place I had to run from in fear of my life . This kingdom is the very same kingdom that wanted my head but today they asked me for help pertaining to the vampire troubling them , what a small world we live in .My face might have changed but I am still the same person they expressed hatred and disgust towards . They might not know who I am or at least have a memory of what they did to me but I still remember them and everything they have done to me . Which is why I will ensure that when I am done with this place they will never forget me for as long as they live and that is a promise .As we approach the palace gates I notice so many wrong things about this kingdom even though I have only arrived in this place for a few minutes . Looking at the situation of this kingdom I bet even a blind person can see that there is great sorrow in this kingdom , it is far worse than the last time I was here .Children are clinging tightly to their mother's clothing not wanting to let go because they fear for their lives , women walk around facing down hopeless about what the future of their children will look like living in this kingdom and even strong masculine men do not seem fearless at all and it is very evident that everyone is counting on me to find this vampire . It seems to me , I am their only hope for a better future .I can guarantee that these people have nothing to worry about as long as I am here because nobody can pull the wool over my eyes , I will find this vampire at any cost . However , once I am done with this vampire I will destroy the monarch they trust the most . I will ensure that this kingdom is destroyed by me not some thirsty vampire .Prince George’s Point of ViewNothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for this morning.I woke slowly, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold and then I froze.Princess Grace who is the cunning, calculating twin sister of Victoria was in my bed naked .The shock hit me like a blade to the chest. I wanted to scream. I wanted to flee. I wanted to vanish into the shadows but I could not move because of the shock .My hands shook, and a cold, visceral panic gripped my heart.“Do you want to repeat what happened last night?” Grace’s voice was calm, teasing, almost seductive, and yet it carried that edge of malice I knew so well. My mind went blank.What happened last night? I racked my brain, trying to reconstruct the events: the late night meetings and with Sindy ,the whispered council discussions and the palace intrigue. Nothing led here. Nothing involved Grace in anyway .Before I could collect my scattered thoughts, the door
Princess Victoria’s Point of View“This plan is going to work. Trust me.” Grace’s words sliced through the tension that coiled around me like a serpent.I nodded, though my stomach churned with unease. Every instinct screamed that what we were about to do was reckless, dangerous, and far beyond anything I had ever done . I had always been the “good girl,” the obedient daughter, the one who followed the rules and never caused a ripple. Yet here I was, leaning into shadows and schemes, cloaked in silk and secrecy, determined to steal a moment that could define my entire life forever . My hands shook as I adjusted the coat over the lingerie dress Grace had chosen for me. The fabric felt foreign against my skin, a delicate whisper of silk that made me shiver , not from cold, but from fear and anticipation. I stole a glance at my reflection in the tall mirror. The girl staring back at me was someone I barely recognized: bold, audacious, desperate for love and validation.Grace’s sharp eye
Princess Victoria’s Point of view “I never thought that after years of clawing my way out of my sister’s shadow, I would find myself fighting to escape another , this time, Sindy is inside my own marriage.” The words echoed in my chest, heavy, bitter, and almost shameful. For so long, I had lived with Grace as my rival, twin yet opposite, destined to outshine me in the eyes of courtiers, tutors and even suitors. I told myself that marrying Prince George was my triumph, my moment to finally stand where no shadow could touch me. And yet… today, I had seen it clearly in his eyes. The way he fidgeted through tea, his mind already halfway elsewhere. The way he politely smiled but rushed to stand the moment our cups were emptied. He could not wait a minute longer to leave my side. My fiancé could not wait to leave me to go talk to another woman . And I knew where he was going. Grace found
Prince George’s Point of view The announcement from breakfast still echoed in my head, relentless as a hammer striking stone: “The wedding will be in two days.” My chest tightened as I sank onto the edge of my bed, staring at the ornate ceiling of my room. I wanted to protest, to rise and shout against the decree, but the memory of my uncle’s solemn warning froze me in place. And I remembered one of our encounters in his office when he said :“George… my time is short. This is my last wish. You must marry Princess Victoria.”The words of a man whose health was failing, who had held the throne while my parents were gone, pinned me into silence. I could not argue. I could not stop the wedding. I was powerless, a pawn caught in a game far beyond my control.I ran my hand through my hair, frustration and helplessness coiling in my chest. Two days. Two days to somehow reconcile everything, to protect Victoria from a life she did not yet unders
Sindy’s Point of ViewThe cabin felt smaller than usual, the quiet pressing down like a weight I could not lift. I sank onto the edge of the bed, every muscle tight, my heart hammering in time with the thought that would not leave me: the wedding was in two days. The words of the Acting King during breakfast still echoed in my mind, relentless and sharp: “Prince George and Princess Victoria will marry in two days.”Two days. That was all the time I had to prevent a mistake that could alter the kingdom forever. My chest tightened, each breath shallow as the thought gnawed at me. I had failed once, and now the consequences were unfolding in plain sight. My failure to protect Princess Victoria, to stop her from walking into a destiny I knew would mirror the tragedies of Prince George’s mother, weighed on me like heavy chains.I pressed my face into my hands. She deserved better. She deserved a life where love and trust were not jeopardized by secrets s
Prince George’s Point of ViewCold dew clung to my skin, soaking through the fabric of my already torn shirt. I awoke lying against the stone of my parents’ grave, the air damp with morning mist. For a long moment, I could not move because of shame, exhaustion, and the acrid tang of blood which kept me pinned where I was.The metallic scent of it hung thick in the air, the stench mixed with earth and the faint fragrance of lilies left by grieving subjects. I lifted a trembling hand to my mouth, and the sticky smear that met my fingers confirmed what I already feared. My body had betrayed me again.Hunger. Always hunger and thirst .I had left my chambers last night with one purpose to retrace the steps of where Sindy had been found, to follow the trail of her scent, the memory of her presence, and perhaps find some answer that the guards overlooked. But my cravings had sharpened with each step into the night. My vision had blurred, the pounding of heartbeats in the castle grounds had