All Chapters of A Vampire Prince : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

PRINCE GEORGE — POINT OF VIEW Sleep never came. Not even after the moon rose high, or when the palace fell into that eerie hush that usually brings a kind of peace. I paced in my chambers like a ghost in my own home, haunted by thoughts I could not silence in my head . “The letter,” I finally said aloud, turning to my royal guard who stood faithfully by the balcony doors. “She read it, didn’t she?” He hesitated. “Yes, Your Highness. I sent one of the maids to try and retrieve it before she opened it… but we were too late.” A sharp pang pierced through me. “I should have taken it from her myself. I should have —” “Maybe it is better this way,” the guard interrupted gently. “Maybe the Princess knowing the truth will save her from a future she was never meant to suffer.” I slumped into the

Princess Victoria Point of ViewI did not sleep last night.Not after reading that letter.It rests on my bedside table, folded neatly but heavy with the weight of everything it revealed. I have read it more times than I can count, hoping that the words would somehow rearrange themselves into a misunderstanding, a prank, anything other than the truth.Prince George is a vampire.Not a rumor. Not a threat hiding in the woods. A reality I am now entangled in. The man I am set to marry is the son of a Queen who died to birth a cursed legacy.I had imagined my engagement week would be filled with love, ballgowns, and whispered promises under the stars. Instead, I am hiding the knowledge that could destroy an entire kingdom… and myself.The silence in the room is deafening. Grace has also not visited again since yesterday’s smug warning. If only she knew what I know now. Perhaps she would stop being so consumed with petty jealousy and realize just how dark the crown she envies truly i

Prince George’s Point of view The corridors of the palace blurred into streaks of shadow and torchlight as Victoria and I raced toward the courtyard. The guard’s words still rang in my ears—Sindy… hurt. My chest was tight, lungs burning, but the urgency in my legs did not falter. She had to be alive. She had to be. I need her alive . For the first time in weeks, I had felt like I was not alone in this fight. When Victoria had that Sindy was hurt she stood by me . She had not hesitated, had not asked what was in it for her. She simply said, Let’s go, and now we are on our way to together to see Sindy .Her skirt swept the floor as she ran beside me, the flicker of the wall sconces catching in her hair. Neither of us spoke; there was no need. We both knew the stakes.But just as we reached the last turn before the courtyard, a tall, broad shadow slid into our path.“Uncle,” I hissed, coming to an abrupt stop.The Acting King stood like an unmovable pillar, hands clasped behind his b

Prince George’s Point of ViewCold dew clung to my skin, soaking through the fabric of my already torn shirt. I awoke lying against the stone of my parents’ grave, the air damp with morning mist. For a long moment, I could not move because of shame, exhaustion, and the acrid tang of blood which kept me pinned where I was.The metallic scent of it hung thick in the air, the stench mixed with earth and the faint fragrance of lilies left by grieving subjects. I lifted a trembling hand to my mouth, and the sticky smear that met my fingers confirmed what I already feared. My body had betrayed me again.Hunger. Always hunger and thirst .I had left my chambers last night with one purpose to retrace the steps of where Sindy had been found, to follow the trail of her scent, the memory of her presence, and perhaps find some answer that the guards overlooked. But my cravings had sharpened with each step into the night. My vision had blurred, the pounding of heartbeats in the castle grounds had

Prince George’s Point of view The announcement from breakfast still echoed in my head, relentless as a hammer striking stone: “The wedding will be in two days.” My chest tightened as I sank onto the edge of my bed, staring at the ornate ceiling of my room. I wanted to protest, to rise and shout against the decree, but the memory of my uncle’s solemn warning froze me in place. And I remembered one of our encounters in his office when he said :“George… my time is short. This is my last wish. You must marry Princess Victoria.”The words of a man whose health was failing, who had held the throne while my parents were gone, pinned me into silence. I could not argue. I could not stop the wedding. I was powerless, a pawn caught in a game far beyond my control.I ran my hand through my hair, frustration and helplessness coiling in my chest. Two days. Two days to somehow reconcile everything, to protect Victoria from a life she did not yet unders