Semua Bab The Vampire Lord Wants My Blood: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I stumbled back to the bed. My head was still pounding and my heart was still racing.The room itself was what pulled me out of my almost panic attack. It wasn't a modern house like mine had been. This was almost medieval but with beautiful, luxurious fabrics. The walls were panelled in dark wood, and the curtains were so thick they seemed to absorb all light and sound. The air was cool even under the heavy blankets.The clothes I was wearing felt like silk made from moonlight even though it was just a simple high-necked nightdress. Could such clothes even still exist in the U.S?This wasn't a hospital or a normal home. This was something like a palace.What kind of society was this? Was this a new world or I somehow went back in time? I needed information. I needed to understand why I was here and why my soul was inhabiting this new body.I forced myself up again. I needed to find a door. The room was large, and it took a long minute to find a subtle handle hidden in the dark wood p

The carriage ride to the palace was tense and silent. Shane, Irina, and Alice were focused entirely on the coming social event and we're chattering excitedly about it. I sat in the corner, covered by the thick veil.What's so good about being chosen by the Lord anyway? The woman whose blood appeals to him? Oh God, he is going to drink her blood. I felt a little sick at that thought. So why are they so eager to become living blood bags? I stared out the window. As we approached the center of the city, the buildings changed completely. The human districts were grand but felt worn down. The vampire territory, however, was superior in comparison. The streets were perfectly maintained, lit by gas lamps that cast a clear, steady light.Then, I saw the palace.It was made of stone and dark tones. It looked impossibly huge and stretched upward as far as I could see, then topped by spires that looked sharp enough to pierce the sky. How was such a thing even built? It was the grandest building

The ride to the residential area of the Palace of Eternal Night was a tense affair. I sat facing Commander Axel, the stern-faced vampire who was maintaining a social distance like I was the plague. The strange scent of the palace carriage was overwhelming and it constantly reminded me of the beings who owned this world. "My duties," I finally asked, cutting through the silence. "What exactly does a Consort do here besides satisfying the Lord's blood needs?" Axel shifted, adjusting the immaculate collar of his uniform. "The Lord Alistair Valerius requires stability. You will be trained to be his official human representative. You will receive petitions, attend minor diplomatic functions with him, and maintain the affairs of the Consort's Wing. Mostly, you are a political symbol. You represent his interest in the human territories. This is the vampires way of showing the cordial relationship between us and humans. That the humans aren't just food." Oh. "And the blood?" I presse

"Consort," Alistair said, his voice deep and slightly rough. He did not ask me to sit, forcing me to stand. "My Lord," I replied, maintaining the posture and tone Helen had drilled into me. "I am told you grasp the materials you have been studying with unusual speed," Alistair observed, his tired eyes scanning my face. The intensity in his eyes was astounding. "Most nobles' daughters are ignorant. All they think of are fine dresses and glittering jewelry." "I stayed indoors most of the time, My Lord, but I was not idle," I explained, using Lena Hale's already established solitary life as an excuse for my academic discipline. "I spent my time studying the library’s limited collection. Reading was my only occupation." Alistair gave a slow nod. "Reading. An efficient use of time." He then slid a dense military analysis across the desk. It detailed a strategic review of the House of Drakos on the eastern border. "Forget the pleasantries," he commanded. "Tell me your assessment of th

Alistair's POV Duty, labor, and yet more labor. It is essentially all I do. I have a court to set in order, a throne to protect, and a hunger to command. I decided to finish my work for the day and retire to my chambers. The moment I stepped out of my study, I found Axel standing outside, as still as a statue and staring blankly ahead. When he saw me, he turned to face me. “My Lord,” he said with a slight bow. He always waits to protect me personally, as if there are not ten guards posted at strategic watch-points in my private wing. Ever since my father was murdered, he has stuck to my side like a shadow, even more so than in the two centuries since we first met as teenagers. He still looks as he always has. In human years, he appears to be fourty, while I, being slightly younger, look to be in my early thirties. Although we are close friends, he has always respected my royal status. I could count on both hands the number of times he has called me by my given name, no matter how of