The Rogue King
Arthur’s stomach twisted with anxiety as he pulled out the little portrait of the lovely woman with Daphne’s face and golden eyes.
“The queen’s youngest daughter fled the kingdom before the end of the war. She fell in love with a human. Our sources say that she had a daughter.” The gasps behind him were immediate and horrified.
“As the war died down, it was clear that there was still too much danger in our lands, so she left with her human. The woman in this portrait was Princess Rose. She and her mother, Queen Lily, are dead making her daughter, Daphne, our queen.”
It felt like a spike of ice had been plunged into his back. Daphne couldn’t be a vampire. That didn’t make any sense. She was h
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