CHAPTER TWENTY ONETHE DUKE“Wild nights, wild nights! Were I with thee, wild nights should be. Our luxury! Futile- the winds. To a heart in port- done with the compass- done with the chart! Rowing in Eden. Ah, the sea! Might I moor- tonight in thee!”EMILY DICKINSONShe was waiting when I came into her bedchambers, I had had no intention of doing what I was about to do but I could not stop thinking about her and how she looked absolutely stunning in that wedding gown. I wanted to touch her, taste her; it was like a virus that I wanted to get rid of right now. I alluded that to the fact that she looked like Katherine hence the attraction but one could not always deceive oneself; she was Guinevere through and through and I wanted her even at that. I wanted the innocence she could offer me, the solace of something sweet and her unbearable alluring scent, I wanted it all and so I walked to her room marveling at how determined I was to take her.Her eyes flew up to mine as I entered; she

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE“One of the hardest lessons in life is letting go. Whether it’s guilt, anger, love, loss of betrayal. Change is never easy, we fight to hold on and we fight to let go. If you have been hurt until it breaks your soul in pieces, your perspective in life will definitely change and no one and nothing in this world could ever hurt you again”MAREEZ REYESTHE DUKEThere was something wrong with the way she had dashed out of the dining room and the way she had looked at me like I had done something eternally wrong. I wanted to go to after her but it was so obvious she wanted to be alone and so I excused her, watching her back. There was something wrong and I had no idea what it was.I had woken up this morning in hunger; I needed to taste blood, it had been so long. I did not just need to taste any kind of blood, I wanted hers.After spending the night with her; her scent teasing my nostrils, tempting me and luring me to take her, to sink my fangs into her throat. I trie

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get- only with what you are expecting to give- which is everything”KATHARINE HEPBURNGUINEVEREHe is an unbearable bastardI screamed this aloud as he disappeared from my bedchambers after bringing me to heights I never knew existed. What we just shared was something I knew I was never going to have with anybody forever; I was his through and through.There was no strength left in me to cry and so I lay, curled up in a ball thinking about how much I wanted to die. Maybe if I died, maybe then he would finally see me, I thought smiling cynically.Of course not, it would always be Katherine no matter what. I was just a person that looked like her and a puzzle for him to solve, I was never going to be someone he cared anything for.But he was everything to me, I mean how could I be so attracted when I barely know him barely know what is going through his head. How could I be so utterly attracted to a man who consi

TWENTY SEVEN"Often, what seems like an impossible climb is just a staircase without the steps drawn in."PAULO FREIRE THE DUKE"She is going to see her family?" I echoed scratching my jaw."Yes my lord, I will be accompanying her, she is waiting downstairs as we speak.""Do not bother, I shall accompany her myself." I said, rising from my seat"Really? We have a lot to discuss" Damien interrupted, rising with me."It will have to wait till I am back, make yourself at home. Henry, please watch him like a hawk for me, will you? I don't want him touching things he isn't supposed to.""I will watch him." Henry said smiling.Damien rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue at me; he had always been a child.Arthur followed behind me, his head lowered. I knew immediately that something was wrong, the carriage sat on its own outside the house but I could feel a very strange energy around it, an energy I hadn't felt in a very long time. I raced to the carriage and as I feared it was empty, Guine

TWENTY NINE“The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing”JEAN TOOMERGUINEVEREHe was staring, waiting for me to say something to support my claim about his love for Katherine. I took a deep breath, hoping I had not just gotten myself into trouble before saying"I just was thinking about everything and why you have decided to tell me of this story; one between yourself and Katherine and I think it is pretty obvious, I did not just want to see it. You loved her and she did not return your feelings, is that it? She preferred the duke to you and that was what had fueled your actions from then till date”"That is not true but great job in trying to decipher why I am doing what I am doing. Katherine loved me; we were childhood sweethearts but this was before she turned the duke or at least her father did. He was her first kill, her father made her do it and then they became inseparable. She had only felt pity for him of course because he was a coward and no other person wante