Victoire Weasley Romane & Geschichten

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

She couldn't tell anyone that Winston disrespected her. "My fellow vampire masters and Queen Victoria. I am pleased to announce in front of the vampire council that I have found my mate while we were in the conference. And I would like to ask Queen Victoria to give her blessings. As her own sister, princess Valeria Ambrosia is my mate. Will you accept my proposal for you sister, my Queen?" Winston was staring at Queen Victoria's face all the time he announced about his mate. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he told the vampire council that Princess Valeria was his mate.

And right now, I wanted to go back to Gallant City and forget that I have met her. Victoria Winner is the only girl I hated the most growing up, and I couldn't believe she was the only young woman who could make my knees go weak every time she was near me.. And most of all, for the first time, I experienced my heart skip a beat after so many years of waiting for this kind of raw emotion, and I realized I am afraid I am losing this game I am playing with Victory.