The Vampire King's Feeder
Fidelity hasn’t ever been a part of my marriage, at least not on Opal’s side.
“Opal,” I bark out her name.
The man between her legs immediately gets away from her. He stands and turns so I can see his face. He’s a nobleman, and I can’t recall his name, but I remember he’s married. His wife and child must be at the garden party.
“Your Majesty,” he says, nervously.
“Go,” I command.
He practically sprints from the room.
I sigh, running a hand over my face. This is not how I wanted this day to go.