Viktoria’s POVFrom the damn frying pan, into the fucking fire! That’s what just happened! I went from being a prisoner in the beasts’ camp to a … A vampire’s breeding whore and now … Now I was going to die! All because of the decisions others made on my damn behalf! I looked around my father’s room for anything that I could use as a weapon. If I was going to die, I was going to go down fighting.“Mother, we have to go back.” I found a letter knife on my father’s desk and gripped my mother around her wrist before dragging her to the door.“No! Your father will come back. He will protect us.” She pulled out of my grip and I noticed the fear in her eyes. “We can’t go back to the convent, Viktoria. They’ve probably already been to my apartment.” She started pacing and frowned.“Mother,”
Viktoria’s POVThe details around my grandfather and uncle’s deaths were pretty sketchy and I could tell that my father was hiding something. Also, it felt really strange to be living in the castle. Actually, living in the castle right after I was sentenced to live a life of being a damn cow! Strange how life could just turn on a dime like that, but it did. All this being a princess was going to take some getting used to as I looked at myself in the mirror while two girls rushed around to get me dressed. My father wanted me by his side for the funeral and he wanted me dressed properly for the occasion.I wondered if the news had reached Fynn and his pack yet, but I knew it probably had since the whispers around the castle were that a beast had killed my family. I couldn’t believe that they would have, but that was the rumour and around here, it seemed as though rumours were considered to be fact. I took another look at myself in the long black satin dress and rolled my eyes. If this w
Viktoria’s POVIt had been two weeks since the funeral and my father really seemed to be shaking things up. The main problem I was having was I couldn’t stop thinking about Fynn. I wondered if he was okay. If his pack was okay. Rumours had spread that a beast was the one who killed my family, but my father assured me that wasn’t what happened. For a moment, I wondered if my father killed them, but when he told me he didn’t, I believed him. I was probably being stupid in believing him, but I did.“How are your studies coming along?” His voice floated through the library and I scoffed.“I didn’t know being a princess was this difficult.” I sighed. “Dad, there is no record of a female vampire ever ruling the kingdom.” I frowned.“Well, that is because no female has ever ruled. The throne has always been passed down from father to son, but since there is no son, you will take over when I meet my demise.” He pulled a face, making me laugh.“Please don’t!” I giggled. Seeing my father like t
Viktoria’s POV“Don’t you think it’s a bad idea to say things like that in here?” I whispered. I mean this was THE ancient! He was powerful! What if he decided to tell someone to kill my dad and me?“Don’t worry, sweetheart. While he is in that chamber, he is powerless.” My dad tried to comfort me, but that was not what I had been taught! “We can’t kill the ancient because we don’t know if anyone would survive his death. There have been so many recorded cases of a string of vampires dying when the vampire that sired them dies.” My father frowned. “Every dhampir and vampire can somehow trace their origin back to the ancient.” What was my father saying? I frowned and he smiled, making me even more confused. “Come on, let’s go back to the library.” I breathed an audible sigh of relief when we left the chamber and I watched as the door slowly closed, and we sat down again.“Since we are the only living vampires with royal blood, you and I are the only two people who can open that chamber
Viktoria’s POVMy father was crowned first, of course, and then he had to announce his decision to declare me as his heir first before the priest could put the enormously heavy diamond-encrusted crown on my head and pronounce me the crown princess. Most of the people present burst out in yells of joy, but the same few who had been fighting against my coronation didn’t look happy. They were now openly showing their disagreement with my father’s decision and I could only hope that he wouldn’t do anything to them. Although I could completely understand why he wanted to get rid of them. They were strong defenders of my grandfather’s policies and have been kicking against everything my father was suggesting.My father told me that we were going to deal with them after the coronation since he wanted to make sure they were there to witness both of us being named the future king and heir. He didn’t want them to say that they didn’t witness it so to them it wasn’t real. I sometimes caught myse
Viktoria’s POVThat silly thought strangely made me think of Fynn and the legend he told me about the vampire who fell in love with a werewolf. All my life my only goal was to become the best dhampir I could be. Now everything had changed and I knew that at some point someone was going to ask about my heir. I would have to take a mate and we would have to do the deed for me to get pregnant, but what if I was carrying a son and died when he was born? Who would rule in my stead? Suddenly, being the crown princess seemed like the worst idea in the world and I felt nauseous as I watched my parents making their way back to our table. I couldn’t sit here and pretend to be happy for one second longer!The thought was just so damn devastating to me that I quickly excused myself and made my way to my room. For the first time since all of this happened, I wished I had been born a human. No superpowers. No secret castle life. No perfect warrior marks in school. Just a normal human girl who could
Viktoria’s POVWe were actually sitting outside under the stars having high tea at night! My eyes scanned the area around us and I wondered how many of these so-called ladies and gentlemen that were walking in the gardens were on our side and how many of them were plotting to have me and my family killed. If they killed my father, they could have a straight line to the throne no matter who they were. They didn’t need to kill me if they had enough votes. I was sure of it, but my father seemed to differ from my opinion. I couldn’t help it. Where my father saw alliances and friends, I saw people who could stab us in the back at any time. Literally!“Your majesty, your royal highness.” His voice sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered my little incident with Bailey on the night of our coronation.“Bailey, just the man I wanted to see.” My father smiled, showing him a seat right next to me and my eyes grew wide before something my father said earlier came to mind.“Always keep your fri
Fynn’s POVI was on the verge of losing my wolf when the call came through the pack link that the princess and the new king were at our border. I couldn’t believe it! Shifting on my way out of the door, I ran as fast as I could and reached them in record time.“Your majesty, your royal highness.” I held out my hand to greet the new king.“I think you should put on some pants before we talk.” He frowned and when my eyes met hers and I saw her bright red blushing cheeks, I looked down and realized that in my rush to get to them I had forgotten to bring pants! Thankfully, one of my warriors had some I could use and I quickly jumped at them, feeling like the world’s biggest idiot. I apologized profusely to the king against my wolf’s wishes, but he was just so happy to see her that his anger at me didn’t last very long. We felt like a teenager in love at the sight of her. She was looking paler than she had been, but she was also looking healthier. She had put on a little bit of weight sinc