Seven: Peculiar Feasts

SOFIA

It’s morning, the sun is up, and I’ve awoken with anger inside of me. Waking up angry is not something that usually happens, but since I live in the home of the enemy, it seems like I’m going to be waking up like this for a very long time.

Because as soon as I awake, his face reaches my brain and I remember the conversation we had last night, I’m still not done with him. So I jump off the bed, and I adjust my silver robe, and I storm out of the room, and I head toward his room.

I don’t bother knocking because I don’t respect him one bit. Fuck him! He doesn’t deserve any kind of privacy because I know for a fact he’s behind all this, and he only wants to make my life miserable some more.

He hates me that much.

As soon as I open the door and I get in, he’s without a shirt. Nice chiselled rippling abs almost blind me, and his muscles almost send me into a cardiac arrest, which isn’t something werewolves get, but I heard humans go through shit like that all the damn time.

All of a sudden, I’ve forgotten why I came here in the first place.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me with his brows raised. I swallow because I really don’t know what I’m doing here. I totally forgot. The more I try to remember, the memory seems to fade away.

“I-” I don’t have any other words, so I just say: “Fuck it!” I rush toward him, and I attack him with a kiss. I expect him to move away and look at me in disgust like he always does, but he doesn’t; instead, he’s kissing me back.

Victor Dragomire is kissing me back. I don’t know what is happening, but I really don’t care. We kiss passionately, our tongues fighting for dominance. He’s ripping my robe off, like an animal, he acts more like a werewolf than a vampire. That’s what I like, if he’s doing this to impress me, then it’s working.

He plants kisses on my neck, and I moan hard. I moan louder, not giving a fuck who hears us. I hate Victor Dragomire, I hate him so fucking much, but I love the way he kisses me while his fingers are deep in my hole.

“Sofia?” A familiar voice stops us, and I turn around in panic, looking at the owner in shock. It’s Simon.

“How could you?” He says, and he sounds hurt, he sounds like he’s about to cry, and Gods, no, I didn’t want this, this isn’t what I wanted, no!

“Simon, no!” I say, but he turns around, and he walks away; he’s never going to forgive me.

“Rise and shine, princess!”

I wake up.

I look around me, and I’m still on my bed, in my room, and my robe is still on my body. I let out a sigh of relief, but I feel a little bit of disgust when I remember the dream I had. Ohh Gods, I could throw the fuck up.

My Lady’s Maid. Vasilissa, Lissa for short, opens up the curtains.

I met Vasilissa yesterday when we were preparing for the wedding. She’s a petite young woman with pale skin, red hair, full lips, rosy cheeks, a button nose and of course silver eyes.

She’s in her uniform, a red attire with a white apron.

“Good morning,” I say to her.

“How was your night, your highness? Did you dream beautiful dreams?”

I gag, but I don’t show it, I do that internally. I wouldn’t call that dream beautiful. In fact, I wouldn’t say that was a dream, more like a frigging nightmare.

Ugh, I want to throw up.

I might just throw up!

I put on a smile on my face to hide my grimace.

“I did have a good night, Lissa, and no, I didn’t have any dreams.”

“Oh, okay, just that around here, when two people get married they have passionate dreams about each other on their wedding night, it mostly happens after-”

She stops.

After what?

I want to ask her, but…

Oh, I understand what she means.

Ew, I would rather slit my throat than do that with him.

“I’ll start the bath,” she says nervously, and she walks away, running into the bathroom.

I just sit there rubbing my eyes with my fingers. I look around me, and I sigh. I actually thought that at least that wedding was what was the nightmare, but it wasn’t. This is all real, and this is my life…forever.

After I take my bath, I put on some clothes, a red and white dress with a hood, and black boots. I head downstairs to the dining room.

“The king has prepared special meals just for you,” Lissa says as I follow her.

As soon as I get into the dining hall, I see a teen boy drinking blood from a man, a human man, and there are other men lined up. Is he going to drink from them all?

Or…

I almost gag.

Am I going to drink from them? I hope not.

“Uh, I don’t think I’m going to like drinking blood,” I tell Lissa, and she shakes her head. The boy stops drinking, and he turns to me; there’s little blood on his lips.

“Hey, it’s my sister-in-law.” he wipes the little blood from his mouth, and I don’t hide my confusion.

What does he mean by “sister-in-law”?

“It’s finally nice to meet you,” he says with a smile on his face.

“Oh, princess, you’re awake,” the king says, walking in, Victor and my parents walking behind him. “I see you’ve met my second son, Christopher.”

Chris waves, and I look at him with furrowed brows.

Second son?

I thought Victor was the only child.

I didn’t know Victor had a brother.

He’s way more handsome than Victor, though.

Chris has short dark hair, honey-brown eyes, a round, youthful face, and full lips. And he has a lean but strong build for a teenager. His smile is disarming and warm, making him instantly likeable. He looks nice.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” I say with a smile on my face, a genuine smile because his smile doesn’t seem fake like the ones I met with on my wedding day.

He looks nice, genuinely nice.

But why wasn’t he at the wedding? Why am I meeting him now? Why didn’t I meet him sooner?

“Come sit, my dear, you won’t be drinking blood, no way.” The king laughs, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I thought for a minute there.

“The blood is for the vampires. You, my dear, will eat like a normal werewolf.”

And that’s when people rolling trolleys come in, they set the table with loads of food.

Bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, baked beans, juice. Everything a werewolf is meant to eat is on the table.

“Come, sweetheart, let’s have one last meal together before we go home today,” my dad says, and I look at him with so much shock on my face. So they’re really going to leave me here.

Like seriously.

Anyway, I have moved on. If this is what they want, then fine.

I sit, because I am in fact hungry.

Mom places her hand on mine and I want to remove it, but I stay still because, of course, I don’t have the strength to fight.

“You will get used to it,” is all my mom says, and I start eating as the vampires drink from the humans.

Chris, Victor’s brother, joins us to eat and I furrow my brows because I thought vampires don’t eat.

I’m confused, but I’m hungrier, so I’m going to think about all that later.

I take a glance at Victor as he drinks from that human’s neck.

I immediately get a flashing image of him kissing my neck in that dream that I had. I shake the thought away.

If I’m going to eat in peace, then I have to stop thinking disgusting thoughts before I throw up.

Because ew.

I put my attention on Chris instead because there’s something really peculiar about him.

Something I’m obviously going to find out soon.