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Nathaniel

Author: Elle Zimmermann
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-23 22:11:58

I couldn’t collect my thoughts fast enough as my mind raced with the implications. Why was he there other than seeing Vivienne? I tried to back track, logically explain. But every theory led me to the realization that Lucien had done it all. Every rogue, every theft, every single attack that had been carried in my home the past month.

I felt the urge to throw something at my office wall, but instead stood for another drink. Ivan didn’t speak and I was grateful. I had no words. Lucien was known to be very pro-vampire. He created the blood clubs and organized the Registry as his duty, but now I wondered if he was trying to placate me and the others, knowing that he wasn’t happy with the Accord.

I retraced every conversation as of late. What had I divulged to my enemy? What was his plan? I had just sat in the same room as him and had no idea. For the past hundred years, I had worked with him. We shared meals. He was the reason I frequented the Nectar Society, introducing me to the own
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  • The Crimson Accord   Nathaniel

    My reflection in the mirror doesn’t resemble my title. Instead of a strong king, I see a weak, tired man. My green eyes are rimmed in red and bloodshot. My physical wounds are healed, but the internal struggle I faced reminded me of something feral I once was. My skin looked taunt, like it was pulled too tight over my bones. The shadow of hair that grew on my face was fresh and longer than I usually let it grow. It didn’t match my dirty blonde hair that was still tinted red with blood. I was a mess. I had spent all my time since Julian’s rescue catering to others, cleaning up, and organizing our rebuilding of Tencrest and it showed in my reflection. The hot water that greeted me in the shower burned my skin. I relished in the heat as if it could burn away the memories of death. I have lived for hundreds of years,but the blood from last night would haunt me forever. It was on everything. Every memory of Tencrest had been marred by the death of my people. It wasn’t just about rebuildi

  • The Crimson Accord   Margot

    It’s only been 20 hours since the attack but it feels like weeks. Time has lost all meaning and shape. I can’t remember everything that happened last night, but I kept getting flashes of running if I closed my eyes and the quick hits of pain of stepping on glass. I focused on the book in my hands, trying to make sense of the words I was reading but I was lost in my own head. Abigail and I sat in a comfortable silence. A few floors down, Nathaniel and the Court were having a meeting. From what I gathered, the other Court members had been attacked by Lucien, but his henchmen had done the majority of the damage on the manor. I wondered if they were all shocked or happy he was dead. The evil that resided in him was unlike anything I had seen. I was grateful I hadn’t actually seen it though. He had spared me that, making the rogues dump me in the dark basement to cry alone. Nathaniel was the one who got the full villain speech. I shuddered at the thought. There’s a knock at my door and

  • The Crimson Accord   Nathaniel

    The silence of the Court chamber is suffocating. Tension spreads between the others sitting across from me. The table seems larger today, like the distance between us is wider than ever before. I don’t know how much the others know, but they will want to hear my side of things. I have to justify killing Lucien. I let out a deep breath and focused a bit too hard on my watch. The hands don’t move. There’s a large crack down the middle that splinters into tiny fissures on the glass. At some point last night it was broken. Just another example of the damage large and small Lucien caused. Eira coughs and I glance at her, realizing how much healthier she looks. Her stub is bandaged and she rests it against the table. Sasha looks unhappy per usual, his suit doesn’t have a wrinkle on it, as if he hasn’t been working all day. Julian sits next to me, obviously uncomfortable. An invite to our table was unprecedented. But he needed to be officially absolved of his crime. He earned his seat here

  • The Crimson Accord   Margot

    Soft voices bring me out of my slumber. The light on our nightstand is soft, casting shadows around me that I can’t quite make out in my hazy state. I feel like I was hit by a truck. Whatever bruises I had must have set in during my sleep. I tried to move toward the sound, but instead I was greeted with a wave of pain. Hunger hit me in my stomach, reminding me I had barely eaten lately.Outside it was pitch black. I had no idea what time it was but the voices were feminine which told me Nathaniel must not be here. Fear struck me for a split second before I remembered that he said Abigail was going to watch over me. It seemed silly when he told me, but now I was grateful to not be alone. She wasn’t in the room, but her voice made me feel safe. Considering my entire immediate family was wiped out in the past year, except for my cousins, she was the only sister I had left. I had grown to appreciate her spark and kindness. Even now as she whispered, her soft sigh hinted at her tirednes

  • The Crimson Accord   Nathaniel

    Margot doesn’t stir. She’s dreaming somewhat peacefully against the pillow I moved in place of my body. Every so often, she mutters in her slumber. Her body is curled, our bed sheet pulled up to her chin. I can see the soft curves where her hips meet her upper thighs and my cock grows hard at the thought. But I suffer through the erection and sit on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. Cassia had made it clear that she needed bedrest. I wanted her to be involved in what was happening. A respectful partnership between the humans and vampires could be facilitated if they saw Margot by my side. But I couldn’t traumatize her anymore. We hadn’t really spoken about her father. I felt obligated to tell her what I knew about Vivienne, but I wouldn’t push the discussion of her father’s body in a makeshift morgue on the back of the property. For an hour, all I did was watch her. I can still hear her cries in the shower, my heart breaking again for my wife. She hadn’t seen death like me.

  • The Crimson Accord   Margot

    The water runs pink for what feels like hours. But eventually, I see that it’s clear and I assume that the blood is off of me. When I slipped in the ballroom, I hadn’t expected to wear someone’s blood for so long. It wasn’t lost on me that I washed away the last remnants of life from someone. I didn’t know who. And I think that might have been the worst part. Nathaniel runs the washcloth over every crevice my body has. He is so gentle that it makes me realize how close I was to death. Whatever last piece of stone facade I was attempting to wear had dropped in the shower and I wept softly. I cry for those that died, my family that has been broken even more, but mostly I cry for the confusion. How did I get tangled up in this? I look up to my wonderful husband, the vampire King and see that he doesn’t hold the same confusion. I don’t know what Lucien said to him, but I suspected their conversation answered all of the unasked questions that lied between us in the small space. He scru

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