"What do you think?" Vladimir asked as he stood there thrumming with uncertainty. "So you are saying this is my room?" Esmeray inquired with an arched brow. "Yes and if you don't like anything you can change it in this chamber and even in the castle. It's now your home. You can do anything you seem to like." Rubbing the back of his neck, Vladimir gave her a nervous smile which was a new sight. During the time she had lived with Vladimir, he had been many things but nervousness wasn't one of them. He was cold, aggressive, manipulative, blunt, and nasty yet anxious wasn't one of them. She was his bride and the way Esmeray had found him crying for a bride he had never met, had made Esmeray long to be his woman. She had thought the first thing Vlad would do after finding his bride was to put his mark on her in a sexily barbaric manner like Vampires usually did. But he acted totally out of character with her. During their tour of the castle out of the corner of her eyes she saw him tryi

The Vampire Kingdom Esmeray was losing her mind. Yes. That was it. The cupcake-loving bastard's overly sweetness was poisoning her mind. For the love of everything holy, Esmeray couldn't even get a little kiss out of him no matter how much she pushed. As if that wasn't pure torture, it amazed her that Vladimir could go to any lengths to avoid her touch as if her touch was going to burn him before marriage. And to top, all this pile of torture Vladimir wouldn't even flirt with her. Like how ludicrous was that! She never knew that Vampires were this religious. Esmeray was surprised to find that she didn't like this new side of the Vampire King, this overly gentle side of him that was treating her like she was made of glass and would break any moment. She was amazed that how the title of his bride had made Vlad change the way he acted around her. It had been all fun and games in the first few days since she came back to his Castle. She had fun toying with this charming Vampire w

Vladimir stared at his bride like a creep. With her eyes closed her platinum-white lashes were casting a shadow on her cheeks. Her appearance was so unique just like her bloodline. He traced the corner of her eye with his thumb, the eyes he was so obsessed with. Vladimir smiled as her soft snores echoed in the silent room. Esmeray had fallen asleep an hour ago. And since then Vladimir had been staring at her trying to imprint her in his memory. He didn't know why but he was having this quelled feeling of a nearing end. A feeling of this life he was trying to create crumbling to the ground. The feeling was grasping Vladimir's heart like a frost glove and if that wasn't enough his instinct won't stop nagging at him. An unfamiliar feeling of fear was wrapped around his throat like a noose. It made it hard for him to breathe with the constant fear of losing his bride again but this time because of all the things he was keeping from her. For how till she finds out what he had done? Sh

With a smile, Esmeray placed the cute Princess tiara on her head which she had received along with the invitation to the dinner held in the Vampire Queen's honour. The tiara's design was floral and embedded with diamonds that were mounted in silver. Which wasn't to her liking. She was more of a Red Gold girl. Esmeray made a mental note to ask Raziel to make her a floral tiara out of Dragon Gold. Raziel was the best in the craft. If wasn't been born a wizard he would have been a Goldsmith. Shaking off her thoughts Esmeray took a deep breath as she smoothed a hand over her black silk dress that reached just below her knees. Its straps were made of a diamond-embedded round chain that made a cross behind her back. She was wearing black lace gloves to hide the scars on her hands. To match her outfit she had picked black stilettos that added a few inches to her height. Esmeray was kind of nervous because she hadn't seen Vladimir in hours. When she woke up he had told her to rest tonight

~Fairytales weren't meant for monsters.~ The silence in the hall was deafening as everyone tried to see if this was an elaborate joke. It was hard to consider that Esmeray and the witch who had kidnapped the King from the RoyalBall were the same woman. "You are just jealous that I can be a better Queen than you." The stupid brat spat losing her innocent act. Just like her father she did not know when to keep her mouth shut. "Me? The jealous type?" Esmeray gasped dramatically her hand flying to her heart in horror before she admitted with a proud grin. "Absolutely, yes." Leaning down she came nose to nose with Lady Sophia. "I belong to the finest breed of manic territorial women" Esmeray's words should be enough to unnerve any sane person but Lady Sophia was too entitled to apprehend the shimmering rage behind those softly spoken words. "My King's interest in me makes you envious. You might have enchanted him but deep down you know you will always be an outsider, a freak. The Vam