*Naska*How long does it take to entertain? Naska sharpened her fangs with a look from the clock to the desk. There, the tower of letters piled up. Naska never learned how to read and never saw a need to. But she wasn't oblivious. Even without reading, she could guess who the letters were from. The neat handwriting, light-colored paper, and perfume were a dead giveaway. “Yuck,” Naska plugged her nose at the smell. Why can't they leave my Mykhol alone? It was aggravating to see girls still come up or steal looks at him. If only I could tell them off. Naska hated the fact they still had to hide their relationship. But Mykhol insisted that until he was on the throne, they would keep quiet about them. So Naska had to bear with it.“My lord has always been popular.” He always was. But it has accelerated now. Mykhol had an invitation to a private gathering almost every day.Multiple times a day. Naska noted with a sting. Mykhol was barely alone now as it was. These wretches are g
*Ana*“It’s so quiet.” Now that everyone is gone.Bruno is away with Naska. Father and Hidi are in Dawny. And now, even Admiral Nugen is gone.“Funny,” I muse to the roses.I used to like the quiet. But now I can’t stay still for some reason.Perhaps because even Mykhol is busy nowadays?“He's always been popular.” However, it’s intensified as of late. Mykhol has so many social gatherings now that I barely see him.“How long has it been since I’ve been alone like this?” Dare I say it, am I lonely?I cradle the rose gently with one hand. This one is just starting to bloom. “If Maddie were here, she would put you in my hair.” She had a habit of doing that. I smile sadly.“Maddie,” Yes, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve genuinely been alone. Not since she came into my life. And even after when she- I sink a little, remembering.I must be so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear them come up.“Your Empress,” The voice starts. “Are you alright?”“ Sir Pendwick?” I look up to
*Ana*“Cousin,” I turn to find him before lifting my brow. Mykhol looks like he was in the midst of changing. His hair is a little jumbled, and his clothes are somewhat in disarray. It’s very unlike him. Is he in a rush for something? I wonder before catching myself staring too long.“Cousin, what are you doing here?” “Someone didn’t heed my warning.” Mykhol slides his hand down my arm to pull up my hand.“Oh,” A small gasp escapes as he not only takes it but brings it up to his lips.“Unless you like to make me jealous.” Mykhol’s lips press lightly over my skin.A shiver runs up my spine as he looks up.Jealous? “Don't be silly,” I mutter, quickly averting my eyes to calm my suddenly fast heart. “I would do no such thing.”“If you say so.” Mykhol lowers my hand, but not before weaving his fingers through mine.“Cousin,” I pout. But it’s too late. His grip is already tight around me.Mykhol must be in one of his grabby moods again.I wish he would grow out of this habit. I sink bu
*Alexander*“How long were you planning on doing this, Belinda?” Alexander held up the letters in her face.“Three letters are here!” It was Physical proof. Alexander didn’t want it to be true. But Johan was right. They found the letters in the study. There were three. Three letters all marked to him but somehow managed to end up in Belinda’s mail. Not, not just, they were buried underneath the pile for who knows how long?Or how long they would be there, which was the darker question.A question Alexander was going to face first.“What are my letters doing in your possession?”“I don’t know how they got here.” She doesn’t know? Was that the god's honest truth? No, Alexander couldn’t believe it even if he so very much wanted to because the evidence was right in his hands. “Don’t lie to me.”“I’m not.” Belinda raised one brow as if hurt. “ I’m sure this is a mistake, right Julia?”“Yes, your majesty,” Julia bowed. She looked more remorseful than Belinda. “You get so many letters,
*King Alexander*“The horses are getting restless, Sire.” Johan pointed out, but Alexander didn’t need him. He could the beasts neigh and hoove the ground from the platform. It was time to go. But still, Alexander lingered.“Sire,” Johan motioned again, pulling his sleeve. “If you want to postpone till tomorrow.”“No, let’s go.” Alexander turned, with one fleeting look, to the castle. But the door remained shut. No one was coming to see him off.“She’s really not going to say goodbye.” “Your Majesty?” Johan turned, but Alexander waved him off. It wasn’t meant for his ears.“Nothing, we’ve wasted enough time.” Alexander went for the stairs. He kept his face firm to hide everything. Instead, he turned to look up to the sky. It was littered with stars, and the moon was waxing.“It will be a full moon by the time we get there.”“It will, your majesty.” “I hope we won’t be too late by then.” Alexander clenched his hand as the carriage came closer. “We’ll just have to hurry-”“Wait!” Th
*Julia*The morning light stung Julia’s eyes as she sat up. It had not been an easy night because of the pain. But, sleep or not, it was time to get to work.“Mew,” The white cat grumbled as Julia got up. He yawned and stretched out his legs before sitting up to watch her.“I’m glad someone at least got to sleep.” Julia scratched his head to get a purr out of him. He begged for more, but Julia couldn’t waste any more time.It was time she saw exactly how bad it was. Julia stood before the mirror, looking at her new wounds. Her back and legs were riddled with thick red lines. Queen Belinda had stayed to her word. Julia was whipped with exactly 20 lashes on her back. But my poor legs. Julia touched them, careful of the puffed-up skin. Belinda had given each leg 20 on its own.“She didn’t need to be so excessive.” Julia lamented, but she wasn't angry or resentful. The opposite, actually, is that Julia could sympathize. Belinda wanted to make a point of it. And poor Julia had to
*Nicoli*“I don’t understand. It should be right here.” Nicoli kept saying it. But it didn't seem to work. It wasn’t anywhere.But that doesn’t make any sense. Stone figurines don’t just get up and walk off by themselves, do they? Of course not.“I swear I had it right here before I left.” Why did I leave it behind? Again, Nicoli regretted it, but his pockets were too small. It wouldn't fit.I should have just taken it with me. If I had known it would be gone- I wasn’t gone that long, though. For once, Hidi was actually serious. She didn't make any jokes or try any tricks. It surprised even him. Hidi was surprisingly mature about leaving back for Almony that morning. “I can’t stay and play with you forever, Nicoli. Though it has been fun.” Hidi was giving her last farewells.“But I need to start ruling my country.” Hidi then laughed at something. “But it doesn't mean you are off the hook. You better grow another foot when I come back. I am not fond of short men.”“Short- you're
*Admiral Nugen*“What is this?” Admiral Nugen mused as he went through his bag to find the atlas, and then he spotted the foreign object inside.I don’t remember packing this. Admiral Nugen pulled it out curiously. It looked to be some kind of journal of sorts. But it had no markings and was bound in some soft black leather. Too soft, Admiral Nugen could immediately feel the leather was of high quality. But that didn’t make any lick of sense. Nugen never had anything beyond what was practical. This journal was clearly expensive. Something he could never afford, let alone own one.So clearly, this isn’t mine. Admiral Nugen was sure of it. But then, why did he have it? “How’d you get in there?” Admiral Nugen moved to open the cover.“Who-”“Admiral Nugen?” The voice entered the tent before one of his men stepped forward. Admiral Nugen dropped the book to the side expectantly.“Do you have an update?” He asked but it was more a formality at this point. The news was the same. The vampi
A honeyed whisper sliced through the ballroom noise, landing against the shell of his ear. "You’re so mean, to keep leaving me behind to deal with all these vampires, Nicoli." The words dripped sweetness enough to gag, a playful lilt barely masking the sting beneath. Possessive, triumphant, and just the tiniest bit petulant—all very much like her. "I might just have to punish you."Like she actually would, Nicoli suppressed a sigh, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as if she'd ever follow through with any of her threats. The giant just liked to tease. And she liked it even more when he rose to it. Nine years together had all but made that clear.And he knew the game by heart."Hello, Hidi," Nicoli said without turning, his princely smile tampered slightly but still on. Settling into their usual routine of push and pull.Her fingers slid into the crook of his arm, landing in their usual spot with the same easy certainty as sunrise. The sharp scent of lemon soap cut through the heavy
*Nicoli*Nicoli's practiced smile finally wavered as they left, the muscles in his face aching from the strain of maintaining such brilliant artifice. The tension he'd been holding in his shoulders released in a subtle drop, and he exhaled slowly, tasting the lingering scent of pine smoke mixed with the cloying perfumes of the vampire nobility.After the stiff, cold interaction with Ana's supposed family, Nicoli couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that all the things Ana had left unsaid were now painfully clear. Lady Funda and Lord Charles' hollow politeness, their icy demeanor, and the way their presence seemed to further freeze the already cold palace air compounded his growing sense of discomfort.If Nicoli held any fragile hope that perhaps her own family would be different compared to what he had seen so far, it waned like an ember dying against the chill the moment his father introduced him to Lady Funda and Lord Charles."Are they always like that?" he asked quietly, turning
“Hidi?” But before I can have a chance to ask any further, Hidi only taps my arm, her fingertips pressing just a fraction too firmly against my sleeve."But we will talk later, as for now—" Her green eyes immediately shift to Nicoli and brighten, like lamps suddenly lit from within. The strange expression suddenly disappeared again, replaced with a mask, so perfectly that I wondered if I had seen anything at all. Her smile is bright and full, with blunt white teeth again, but something about it feels rehearsed, a performance she's put on countless times. Her attention was solely on him, her body angling toward his like a flower turning to the sun."Nicoli, did you see that? Look how helpful I am to our dear Ana." She beams, as if nothing were wrong at all, stepping slightly closer to him than necessary, her arm brushing against his in a casual gesture that somehow feels deliberate. "Our dear Ana" sits strangely in my ears, as if I'm a shared possession rather than a friend. Her voice
Ana*“Please, everyone, if you would just-” But it's clear no one is listening. My voice is swallowed up by the cacophony of string instruments and the colliding conversations surging around us like crashing waves. The air thickens with perfumes and colognes—spiced amber, midnight jasmine, and something metallic that clings to the back of my throat. If I ever felt overwhelmed before a court of nobles shouting over each other after some new decree, it's nothing compared to the suffocating pressure closing in now. Actually, I think I'd prefer that over this.I don't even think my coronation was this bad. I recall that, being just a bit more orderly, the crowd maintained a respectful distance that allowed my lungs to fill properly. But then again, Mykhol was pushing them along so I could eat, right? It's a delayed shock of wisdom to realize that it was indeed helpful. I feel ashamed now that I ever thought he was being haughty at the time. He wasn't. His curt dismissals created a buffe
Naska stared at the cup instead of taking it, more shocked than surprised at the motion. Someone poured her drink? It was indeed a first. No one had ever done anything for her. She was so used to doing everything for herself. And glancing up, the sight of who did, only made her more confused.It was one of the veiled women—a Bulgeon, a human. Her eyes lined in that inky black shadow seemed to regard her in silence just as she did. Her hand lifted the cup, steady, as if she were still waiting. Naska, not knowing what else to do, took the cup. But her eyes remained glued to the woman. Because of the veil, she couldn’t know what expression the woman was making. Was it friendly? Bitter? What did her face even look like under the cloth?Watching her, the mysterious woman moved with grace. She poured another ladle of blood, not wine, to steam against the glass. Her thin fingers peeked out of her sleeve to swipe a slice of meat to dip in, and she moved to eat under the cloth. Naska raised
*Naska*“What a joke of a party,” Naska muttered, baring her fangs as she leaned against the wall. ”Mine will be so much better.” Her pale red eyes flickered over blue and gold streamers hanging from the center of the high ceiling with a sneer. Ugly colors, she immediately found it stupid. But not as stupid as having to sniffle every other minute. Her nose was irritated and starting to run from all the damn pine scent in the room. Each breath was like choking on a bottle of soap. From the platform near the far wall, the gentle strains of stringed instruments played a song too delicate and indistinct for her to recognize. It filled the air like perfume—pleasant to some, she supposed, but meaningless to her. Light laughter floated between the nobles, punctuated now and then by the sharp clink of crystal goblets. Beneath the noise, however, the pressure in the room was thick. Everyone waited for Her Empress to return. The tension curled under the music like smoke, unseen but unmistakab
*Johan*As he entered the banquet hall, Johan quickly noticed quite a few things. The first was that King Alexander was nowhere to be seen, though Johan expected that. He must have still been talking with Queen Bratha.What surprised him, though, was that others were missing—two, to be exact. The handsome brunette prince was not in the banquet hall as he thought he would be, considering he did not see him in the lobby or even the line. He was gone, and neither was Ana. Who he did see was just Hidi.The giant queen stood out among the partygoers- not just because of her size. Her very presence seemed to overpower anyone who dared draw near. Those who attempted to pass her either darted their eyes down or weakly bowed before hightailing it inside. Johan could see that even that old coot kept a safe distance if anyone wanted to try to talk to her, like the ever-eager Sir Celbest.The blonde was not pleased about something, and Johan could easily see it. The girl had never been one to hi
*Nicoli*Nicoli held onto Ana like a man gripping the edge of a cliff—tight, unyielding, unwilling to let go for even a second. The very idea of releasing her, even to their father, was absurd. No. Absolutely not.He had waited too long, ached too much, spent years longing for this moment. And now that she was finally by his side again, he refused to let anything—anyone—take her away. Not tonight. Not ever. So be it if he had to fight off the entire court to keep her close. Vampire, noble, or king, he didn’t care. He’d take them all on.She was his Anastasia. And now that they were together, everything felt right again.A rare, genuine grin tugged at his lips—one that wasn’t for show, unlike the practiced smiles he wore in Dawny. This was different. This was real.But as they moved through the white halls, his excitement warred with Ana’s slow, deliberate steps. Too slow. She still walked like an old lady.Nicoli’s muscles twitched with pent-up energy, his entire body screaming to mo
*Ana*My body freezes, every muscle locked in place as Nicoli leans in closer. His face is inches from mine, and I feel my breath catch, a whirlwind of confusion and anticipation racing through my mind. What is he doing? Is…he going to kiss me?But we can’t—we shouldn’t. We aren’t children anymore.As children, it was innocent. Nicoli used to kiss me on the lips, but it was always affectionate—nothing more, just like when he would hold my hand or offer a playful hug. It was natural to him, something that didn’t feel strange, something I expected from him without question. But that was then.Now, we’re adults. And that changes everything.We can’t– I try to tell myself that, but something in me hesitates, unsure whether I want him to stop or... not. I’m paralyzed, my heart beating so loudly I can hear it in my ears. As his face nears mine, I feel the world shrinks, the air around us thick with tension. A strange eagerness stirs in my chest—a warmth I don’t understand. It coils through