CHAPTER FIVE - CARLOTTA

“AHH!”

I momentarily paused bouncing on Erik’s cock to appreciate my orgasm. His hands moved from supporting him on the bed, to my hips and he took one of my nipples into his warm mouth. 

The door slammed open and heavy footsteps entered the room without permission. This could only be Magnus, no one else would dare enter the room without permission. Especially when I was...otherwise engaged. 

Erik flipped me over, covering me with his body. A reflexive action to protect his queen; he’s a good boy.

“Get out boy!” Magnus growled, eyes flashing crimson, huge moustache fluttering. 

Erik hopped off me and I fleetingly missed his warmth. He gathered his clothing and scuttled from the room, the door closing heavily behind him. 

I threw my hand over my eyes and laughed. “What’s got your moustache in a twist Magnus? I was enjoying myself”

“My Queen, you can enjoy yourself later – the chosen one has been found!”

“HVAD?! HVORNÅR? HVOR?! HVORDAN?!” I slipped into my native tongue.

“Somewhere in London.” Magnus curled his lip, as he threw me my robe. “Your dear cousin has reported he has located her.” Magnus sneered but the heated flow of jealousy went through me.

“Her?” I whispered as I moved to my knees, still on the bed. 

I thought back to Bragi’s prophecy. I was not mad; my family had been scorned in favour of the Lyksborg branch and I had seen to it that death had blessed me through Bragi. My position on the throne should be safe, but still. The chosen one being a woman irked me. They were meant to be male – they could save the vampire race, marry me and I could rule for eternity, as promised. I frowned. This was not going my way, and that made me very, very angry. 

“Our people report that she has refused to assist”

“What?” I snarled, shrugging the robe on over my shoulders and tying it at the waist. “That makes no sense – she is the chosen one. It is her sole purpose! She cannot simply refuse to help!”

“Well it would appear she has. Perhaps the plight of others doesn’t move her? Perhaps she thought dear Rasmus – den lille konge – was quite mad? It would seem he located her in London. It’s possible she’s human.”

“Human?!” I all but shrieked. “How can a human possibly be able to help us?!”

“I do not know, my Queen, but the word is that this is the one we’ve been searching for. There hasn’t been another sniff of hope like this. Rumours travel quickly; we owe it to the people to investigate this.”

I huffed. “I cannot believe we didn’t find her first.”

“Mmm. One might suggest that in order to find something, one might need to leave the castle.” Magnus purred.

“Do NOT test me!” I snapped, hair whipping my face as I turned to face him. “You might be my general Magnus, but that does NOT mean that you get to disrespect me. Do you understand?!” I seethed. The 18 inches Magnus had on me meant nothing in this moment. 

He bowed his head “Min Dronning.” He paused. “I apologise. I – I got carried away. Perhaps this woman can help save us?”

“Hmf.” I strode to my closet to change into something I could wander the castle in. Even I knew a robe wasn’t appropriate attire for someone of my station.  I quickly through on my under-dress and slipped on one of my signature burgundy gowns. Combing through my hair with my fingers, I exited the closet. “I always thought the chosen one would be a vampire.”

“Hmm.” Magnus concurred “I suppose we were all human once. These things are deliberately vague. Perhaps it makes sense that our salvation would be found in humanity?”

It would make sense if it were one of us. “I am sure the chosen one is me. I fit all the criteria. I have no idea how to stop this madness.” 

“And that is your problem. If you knew how to fix this, then I’ve no doubt you would have done. The fact that you don’t belies you being the chosen one.” 

I stopped and Magnus walked a few steps before realising I was no longer next to him. 

“My Queen - I did not mean to offend.” 

I was shaking – this whole thing was so unfair! How dare some human bitch be chosen to save MY kingdom?! How dare that dickhead Rasmus find her before I did?! If – If she’s the chosen one. Is she the queen too?! No, that can’t be true! I am royal blood! I have created this kingdom. Me! Aureum Sanguinem is MINE!

My scream echoed down the corridors of the castle, my hair flowing around me like it was caught in a hurricane and the glass in the windows started splintering.

“MIN DRONNING! STOP! VENGLIST!” Magnus’ cries tore through my scream’s tempest. 

“VENGLIST!” 

I stopped. My hair dropped and the glass shards from the windows tinkled as they hit the cold stone floor. 

“My Queen, perhaps we could befriend this woman? She is only a human – her life is mere moments in comparison with ours. We could get her on side -”

“How?!” I interjected. 

“Perhaps we could get Lord Brandt to assist?” 

I looked at him sharply. 

“He is...influential” Magnus smiled, halfway between menacing and placating. “I have seen him be most persuasive with the heads of state”

“Yes” I huffed “I suppose you are right. People do tend to do as he suggests” I smirked, finally understanding his meaning. 

“I shall call on him at once My Lady. Do not be despondent, we shall find a way to restore your reign to its previous triumphs. You must simply keep your head held high.” 

I nodded at him and took a deep breath, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Call Sebastien” Magnus nodded and walked off, his long strides taking up the corridor quickly, until he rounded the corner and was out of my sight.

I sighed and caught movement from the corner of my eye “You!” 

“Yes, my Lady” came the quiet voice of Violet. A handmaid’s daughter. 

“Fetch a pail, clean this mess, girl. Order the windows repaired or replaced.” Violet nodded once, curtsied and scuttled off to fulfil my orders. 

I decided to make my way to the throne room. If nothing else, there would, at least, be wine.