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I turned, and there he was. Lord Alistair Valerius. He looked stronger and deadlier than I had ever seen him. His eyes were glowing, and his muscles looked more pronounced. Why does he look like he just had a major glow-up? More pressing is, why is he staring at me so intensely? He’d better not be thinking about drinking my blood again so soon.The Queen stood up and moved closer to him. I stood up as well. She held his muscular arms in her dainty hands. Did I mention he was wearing a sleeveless leather jerkin that hugged his chest? It showed off his shoulders perfectly. He looked so good today. Even worse, there was this warm feeling unfurling in my belly when he looked at me. This is bad.“Alistair! You look positively radiant and healthy today. This is wonderful. You were always so sickly and exhausted. This is a state you must maintain. Do you understand?” she rattled out. Alistair looked from her to me.“Yes, Mother. My strength has returned, and I feel renewed, thanks to a certa
Queen Mother Mira looked every bit the Queen that she was. I had never seen anyone as regal and perfectly poised. If she existed in my former life, she would definitely be goth because everything she wore was black. She wore a shimmering black ball gown that swept across the ground as she crossed the courtyard toward me, followed by a retinue of palace maids.A delicate crown of black diamonds sat atop her head, nestled in her black curls. Her eyes were a piercing green—she was so beautiful. Since I woke up as Lena, all I’ve seen are pretty women and handsome men. Is anyone here actually ugly?Anyway, I needed to focus on the matter at hand because the Queen was almost here. Her expression was stiff, and her dark-painted lips were turned downward in disapproval. I really hope I survive this.When she was right in front of me, I bowed just like Helen taught me.“Greetings, Queen Mother.” She continued to stare at me inquisitively, and it was starting to get awkward. I lifted my hand to
Just as his fingers were poised at my core and his fangs were about to pierce my flesh, I woke with a start. I looked around for what had woken me and found nothing.Damn it. Just when it was getting to the good part.Then I shook my head vigorously. No, I shouldn't be wishing for sexy dreams starring the scary Vampire Lord. Why did I even dream about him? He called me something in the dream: “Val'thira.” It probably was just a result of my overactive mind.I stayed in bed for some minutes before I heard a knock. The door opened before I could even give permission. When Helen's head poked through, I rolled my eyes at her. I should have known it could only be her. When she saw I was awake, she stepped fully into the room.“A fair morning to you, Lady Lena,” she said clearly, pausing to take a sip from a cup of what looked suspiciously like blood. It was so out of character that I sputtered.“Good morning, Helen. And just call me Lena from now on. I think we have passed being overly for
The second Alistair's fangs pierced my skin, I felt a sharp, prickly pain, followed quickly by an overwhelming pleasure that pulled a moan from my lips. The pull against my skin felt so good I could feel it in my core. He drank from me like a thirsty man in the wilderness. As he took gulp after gulp, he made groans of deep satisfaction. By what was perhaps the fifth pull, I expected him to stop, but he kept going. That was when I began to feel true fear.It was twisted how I wanted him to keep drinking and stop drinking at the same time. I didn't know what I wanted, but I certainly didn't want to be drained of all my blood. I tried to pull my hand out of his grip, but he held onto it with a vice-like strength. It was unmovable. I was trapped. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes. How could I get another chance at living only to die again at the dizzying fangs of the Vampire Lord?I tried to call out to him. “My Lord, please… please, you must stop now.” He didn't break through his
Alistair's POVDuty, labor, and yet more labor. It is essentially all I do. I have a court to set in order, a throne to protect, and a hunger to command. I decided to finish my work for the day and retire to my chambers. The moment I stepped out of my study, I found Axel standing outside, as still as a statue and staring blankly ahead. When he saw me, he turned to face me.“My Lord,” he said with a slight bow. He always waits to protect me personally, as if there are not ten guards posted at strategic watch-points in my private wing. Ever since my father was murdered, he has stuck to my side like a shadow, even more so than in the two centuries since we first met as teenagers. He still looks as he always has. In human years, he appears to be fourty, while I, being slightly younger, look to be in my early thirties.Although we are close friends, he has always respected my royal status. I could count on both hands the number of times he has called me by my given name, no matter how ofte
That evening, I spent some time going through the wardrobe in my chambers. They were full of things that would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in my former life. From intricately woven dresses to delicately crafted shoes, it was a noble lady’s dream come true.While I was doing that, marveling to myself, Helen entered.“Lady Lena, you should not be rifling through your drawers like that. You should act dignified. Are you looking for something?” She asked in a monotone voice with an eyebrow raised.This is unbelievable. How is it undignified to go through my ‘things’?“Helen, you don't have to be so stuck up. Do you ever just loosen up? I am just checking out my new stuff. Moreover, I am so, so bored here. I feel like I am dying of boredom. All I do is eat, sleep, and study documents. What do you guys ever do for fun around here?”Helen just stared at me like I had suddenly grown two heads, and it looked like steam was coming out of her ears. She was trying to control her out







