Princess Victoria POINT OF VIEW
‘’’Mam, his majesty the king has requested for your presence in the drawing room. ‘’ One of my father‘s royal servants says to me, minutes after I left my father’s office where I was eavesdropping on his private conversation with Prince George‘s uncle.‘’ Am I the only one he has summoned to the drawing room? ‘’ I ask my father’s royal guard curious to know if my father is calling me to the drawing room because he knows I was eavesdropping on his private conversation .‘’ No mam, you are not the only one summoned to the drawing room. Your sisters are already waiting in the drawing room for your father. ‘’ My father’s royal servant responds to me before leaving my room. Now I am really curious to know the reason our father has summoned all of us to the drawing room . The second my father ‘s royal servant leaves my room , I rush to the drawing room where my father has supposedly summoned the whole family .When ISindy’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
SINDY Point of ViewDarkness pressed in from every side, broken only by the faint glow of a single lantern swinging from the ceiling. My side ached sharply beneath the bandages, each movement sending a jolt of pain through my ribs. I forced my eyes open, straining to see anything beyond the shadows. The pain from earlier was now worse.A voice cut through the silence, smooth, deliberate, and filled with a strange authority.“You’re awake,” it said.I froze. Fear prickled along my spine, instinct screaming that this was not just another guard or servant. Slowly, I turned my head toward the sound.A tall figure emerged from the corner, cloaked in shadow. His face was sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore. Recognition struck me like a blade: Prince George’s uncle. The man who held the throne in his hands while George’s parents were gone. The acting King himself.“You…” I croaked, trying to sit up. “You… why am I here?”He stepped closer, eyes calm but unyielding. “You were in danger,
Prince George’s Point of view The corridors of the palace blurred into streaks of shadow and torchlight as Victoria and I raced toward the courtyard. The guard’s words still rang in my ears—Sindy… hurt. My chest was tight, lungs burning, but the urgency in my legs did not falter. She had to be alive. She had to be. I need her alive . For the first time in weeks, I had felt like I was not alone in this fight. When Victoria had that Sindy was hurt she stood by me . She had not hesitated, had not asked what was in it for her. She simply said, Let’s go, and now we are on our way to together to see Sindy .Her skirt swept the floor as she ran beside me, the flicker of the wall sconces catching in her hair. Neither of us spoke; there was no need. We both knew the stakes.But just as we reached the last turn before the courtyard, a tall, broad shadow slid into our path.“Uncle,” I hissed, coming to an abrupt stop.The Acting King stood like an unmovable pillar, hands clasped behind his b
“In the shadows of truth, silence screams loudest.”SINDY — Point of ViewPain was the first thing I felt.It pulsed through my side, sharp and rhythmic, like a cruel reminder that I was still alive. Then came the chill, the icy brush of sheets against my bare skin, sterile and cold. My eyelids fluttered, struggling against the harsh glare of fluorescent lights above. I blinked again, squinting. The world tilted as I tried to sit up.“Careful,” a voice warned.A palace medic leaned into view. His face was smooth, unreadable, like a statue carved by someone who had never known compassion. “You lost a lot of blood. You were found unconscious just outside the garden wall.”Garden wall?Panic stirred in my chest. Images flared in my memory—darkness, the scent of iron, a low growl too guttural to be human. A flash of something pale teeth, maybe. Not George’s. Someone… something else.I winced and licked my dry lips. “Where’s Prince George?”The medic’s gaze hardened. “Unavailable at the mo
Princess Victoria Point of ViewI did not sleep last night.Not after reading that letter.It rests on my bedside table, folded neatly but heavy with the weight of everything it revealed. I have read it more times than I can count, hoping that the words would somehow rearrange themselves into a misunderstanding, a prank, anything other than the truth.Prince George is a vampire.Not a rumor. Not a threat hiding in the woods. A reality I am now entangled in. The man I am set to marry is the son of a Queen who died to birth a cursed legacy.I had imagined my engagement week would be filled with love, ballgowns, and whispered promises under the stars. Instead, I am hiding the knowledge that could destroy an entire kingdom… and myself.The silence in the room is deafening. Grace has also not visited again since yesterday’s smug warning. If only she knew what I know now. Perhaps she would stop being so consumed with petty jealousy and realize just how dark the crown she envies truly i