I gave the king time to go through his motions. He stood there for the longest of time, sitting down on the ground with every one still waiting. I cleared my throat, knowing I had to say something. “Can I have all your attention please?” I tried to speak up even though it was unnecessary, looking at that they were all supernatural species with enhanced hearing. They soon turned, making their way near the circle around me. No one said a thing. Gregory, the king’s second along with Glenda walked over to the king and just stood near. “I know all of you are worried and confused. We are sorry for having all of you in the dark for so long. There was a situation where I was nearly killed but luckily the baby and I made it through. I am fine and the baby is too with the confirmation from the king’s mother. We ask for patience and support. More will be said after some discussions and we just want to

I oiled my skin, wore some leggings and the king’s large t-shirt which I could not help but bring to my nose and take a whiff of him. My mind went cloudy, my eyes shut with no hope of opening. What I felt was beyond explaining. He was the air I breathe. He was my world and I just could not wait to lay my eyes on him again. I walked out with my hair pulled back, feeling it bounce on my back, it having such volume, being one of the features I liked about myself. My eyes looked up, ready for my day to be ruined. The queen sat in her tub chair, weaving. I walked out slowly, my feet kissing the cold floor. My hand went to my stomach, brushing it as my heart skipped a beat. How lucky could I be? I could not even fathom all that I had been blessed with. I got to the foot of the bed, seeing all the messy sheets. There was no other option than to make the bed yet never had I been so nervous. I was making the bed in front of the queen witch who criticized everything I did and making a b

I paced through the room, so much so my feet were burning and surely red at that point. What happened? Was he okay? There were so many questions in my mind, questions I would ask and answer myself. Of-course he was okay, he was the vampire king for crying out loud, but that did nothing to ease my worry. Something was wrong, something was really wrong. I could feel it in my blood, I could feel it in my bones. I sat on the bed only to stand up a second later and start pacing again. My hand was in my mouth, my nail chewed away with my eyes moving to the door now and again. My eyes were sore, body aching yet I could not calm down enough to stay still. The sun had rose a few hours again, the kingdom as quiet as ever, having my heart pound even harder. What happened? Was he okay?  The questions kept coming over and over again leaving me to sigh and throw my ha

I lay on the bed, my arms circling around my waist with my eyes fluttering open only to close. The room was dim, only chants being heard, just drowning in my ears and blending with the nothingness that I felt. A shiver ran down my spine, goose bumps on my skin just for that second as I tightened my arms around my body, too taken to bring the cover even further up to cover my arms. There was a hole in my chest, my mind thinking and over-thinking everything. This was how my days were spent, just lying in bed blinking the days away with the girls chanting. I licked my lips, my heart bleeding, missing my husband, missing the man who was so weird, having me laugh all day with his weirdness. I closed my eyes, not sure what I felt really. He was turning to a ghost day by day having me scared, no longer feeling safe as I lay next to him at night. Some nights he would not come back not sure if I was relieved or frightened. I bit my lower lip, my belly round now, all

The door flew open, sending all those in the room jumping up where they sat. Nothing had to be said, no words needed with all the witches getting up and rushing away from the room. The darkness had fallen on the land, claiming it even though it seemed such evil darkness had already dug it’s claws onto it already. My heart drummed with such vengeance, curled on the bed with my ankles crossed. My neck hurt, my whole body ached, nothing to do all day long than to worry, pick my thoughts apart and put them back in place. Not a single word had been uttered from my mouth, leaving it dry and ashy. My tongue darted out, hours spent to send me into madness right in the place that had once been my heaven. My outside world was turning to the same hell that existed in my brain, getting more and more unbearable. I had sat in such a position for long that I had lost the memory of how to untangle myself. A certain chill fell over