Chapter 8 : Victorianna - POV

(That old fool! It is time for the rightful queen to take her place.)

The thought lingered in my brain, fuelling my anger, that was already at boiling point.

I knew this day would come, and I am glad it is finally here. I was getting fed up with waiting anyway.

Where was that damned child of mine? I sent for her hours ago. She knows not to let me wait.

I could hear her footsteps at that very moment. Before my anger got the best of me.

Then she silently stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

“The time has finally come, am I right, mother?” When she turned to face me, I saw the look of satisfaction on her face.

“Yes, my daughter, the time has come, and soon you will be queen.” I said, smiling at my daughter.

“Oh, mother, it will be perfect.” She purred. “The vampires will rule this pathetic kingdom once more. All the elves and good for nothing shape shifters will be where they belong, our slaves or in their graves.

“Mother I can see it already. It will be vampire land once more. They will be reminded what pain and fear truly feel like.” I saw the hatred and savageness in my daughters’ eyes that made me so proud of her.

I only hoped my son would be the same when he returned, but until then, she would make a most brutal and fitting queen.

I could see her day dreaming. When something struck her.

“Mother how are we going to make the royal mark?” I blew out a sigh of relief because it was nothing serious.

“Darling we won't need the Royal mark instantly, but it will convince more to stand with us. We will have to use a tattoo machine and make-up.”

She looked satisfied by my answer.

I paced a few times in front of her. Working through my plan. Not long after, I heard the hurrying footsteps outside the door and got up immediately. I sniffed the air around me, I revolted at Jeromia’s sent but relaxed. Briana gave me a sly smile before getting up and disappeared into the on – suite.

I quickly went to stand by the window, peering out into the darkness beyond. On queue, he entered the room, silently closing the door behind him (What don’t they get about vampires having unnaturally good hearing?!) he slowly came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my middle, and started kissing my neck. I turned in his grip, now facing him staring into his eyes.

He was not bad looking. He had brownish, black hair with dark brown eyes, cream coloured skin, and thick lips, but he was an elf. I smiled at him, and then his lips met mine. We shared a passionate kiss before I pulled away ever so slightly. Our noses and foreheads still touching, teasing him a little before I whispered against his lips: “It’s time.”