The Vampire King's Feeder
It’s been… three months, at least, since he came to Crimson Peak for a brief visit to see the twins after their birth, and I’ve heard some rumors.
“So,” I begin, fixing him with a sharp look.
He arches a brow, “So… I’m getting married.”
I run my tongue along the inside of my teeth. Yeah, that’s the rumor I’d heard and didn’t believe it.
“When?”
“Next spring.”
I wait for him to continue, to tell me about his fiancee, but he just stares at me. “And… who is she?”
He sighs heavily, running his fingers through his hair. “Princess Bethany of Starlit Tundra. She’s blood born, our age—and willingly marrying me.”