Todos los capítulos de The Blood Empress & Her Mortal King : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

​Adrian’s POV​"Natalie..."​Her name broke from my chest in a low, ragged rasp that sounded entirely un-kingly.​I pressed the soft silk of her discarded lace chemise to my mouth, inhaling deeply. Lavender. Cold rain. And beneath it all, that sharp, intoxicating heat that was entirely her own—a scent that had been quietly unraveling my sanity for three months.​My hand tightened around the delicate fabric, pulling it taut across my lap as a shudder tore through my body. The dark, soundless sanctuary of my private quarters offered no defense against the image of her. Her downcast hazel eyes. The delicate curve of her throat when she poured my morning tea. The tiny, maddening pulse beating rapidly right beneath her collarbone whenever I stepped too close.​I dragged the silk across my jaw, my fangs aching, extending against my lower lip until the sharp tip nearly pierced my skin. The hunger clawing inside me wasn't just for blood—It was for her. Every inch of her.​I wrapped my hand ar

​Natalie’s POV ​Three in the morning. The witching hour, when even the Bloodguards on the upper battlements grew heavy-lidded and slow.​I moved like smoke through the sub-basement corridors beneath Aethelgard Castle. The damp air tasted of rot, ancient earth, and cold stone. Every breath I took had to be measured, silent, and shallow. If a single shadow shifted out of turn, the vampire sentries patrolling the perimeter would rip my throat out before I could draw my blade.​My skin still prickled where Adrian had touched me earlier in his bedchamber.​I leaned my back against the wet granite wall, waiting for the heavy footsteps of an iron-clad guard to fade down the hall. In the dark, my mind involuntarily dragged me back to the look in the Blood Sovereign’s eyes when he had cornered me near his bed.​“Your heart isn't beating fast enough,” his deep, raspy voice echoed in my memory, so clear it made my pulse spike despite myself. “A nervous maid’s pulse races. Yours is as steady as

Natalie's POV My hands would not stop shaking.Even here, tucked away in the deepest corner of the lower pantry surrounded by dusty sacks of barley and hanging racks of cured meat, I could still feel the phantom weight of heavy iron crushing my chest. I could still feel the lethal, suffocating heat of Adrian's body pressed against mine, and the razor-sharp point of his fang resting right against my jugular.Why does your blood smell like sunfire, little maid?His voice echoed inside my skull, rough and dark as dragged iron. My skin still burned where his breath had touched me."You're late, Natalie."The cold, flat voice sliced through the cellar dampness.I flinched, spinning around so fast my apron snagged on a wooden grain cask.Sister Celine stepped out from the deep shadows beside the wine cellar archway. She wore the plain, stain-spattered tunic of a kitchen servant, a stained linen cap hiding her silver-threaded hair. In her right hand, she held a dull paring knife, methodica