197 - Something Crazy In The Air
To seek the help of a Bloodsucker was the most disgusting and infuriating thing to ever exist. It never crossed George's mind that he would ever be in this situation but this was the situation he had found himself.
His hatred for the connection that his wolf shared with the Bloodsucker was so intense and disturbing that he had to drag himself to the feet of one for help.
He had found himself in bed with a Bloodsucker this morning. Cuddling!
Cuddling, by the Moon. If he wasn't careful, worse things would happen!
So, he had waited at the door of the Throne room and waited for the presence of Lord Rosil. After all, she was rumoured to be a powerful witch.
The Lords poured out of the door frantically, then the Bloodsucker he hated most came after them. He didn't even have to see her to know, the way his wolf had jumped in his mind was enough telling.
By the Moon, he hated her.
She looked at him and he ignored her, as she walked past him. If only it were that easy to ignore her existence forever. From one of the servants in the Castle, he has heard that she was supposed to face trial today.
If anything, he was disappointed that she wasn't dead.
The King here must be too lenient on his traitors.
Weak.
All of them, stupid. By the Moon, he hated all of them!
Then Lord Rosil stepped out and George went straight to her.
The words slipped past his lips as soon as he was standing in front of her. “Lord Rosil, do you have a minute?”
If the witchy Bloodsucker was surprised, she didn't show it.
She barely moved her lips when she spoke. “Follow me.”
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After the unfortunate meeting in the Throne Room, the Lords, except Lord Rosil who they knew was too close to the King to be against him, went to their secret hideout and had a secret meeting there too.
Everyone was shaken about what had happened, but death was something they were used to and as much as they grieved their other Lords that had now departed from them, what troubled them most was the new position the King had now declared they would have with the Fur creatures.
Equality?
It was a distasteful word.
Why were they taken away from the positions of being below them for eternity?!
By the Blood, the son was nothing like his father, and although the Dark Times was something they wished to never return to, this stupid decision that the King had just made reminded them of what they lacked in the time they were in.
“The Fur creature is obviously manipulating the King,” one said, banging his fist over the table they sat around.
They all agreed and to curb the effect of this Queen's manipulation on the King and the infection of such an influence on Lavida, to do that they decided that it was the best thing for them to bring the vampires of their recommendation to fill the new posts, fearing that if they tarried with their move, the King might actually fill in the positions with disgusting fur creatures.
That would be the worst thing to ever happen, especially if that one of those creatures turned out to be George. His reputation proceeded him, they knew he hated them just as much as they hated him.
“We must choose only those who share the same view as us and a person the King himself may like and appoint as a Governor. One of those who hold the Provinces must be on our side.” Faquad suggested and they nodded in agreement but then there was still a problem.
Who could they possibly choose that would be so much to the King's liking and trust that he would appoint him as Governor?
They communicated their worry and once again with Faquad’s simple words, a solution was born.
“Do not worry. I know just the perfect candidate.”
Now who could that possibly be?
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Valerick had returned to his chambers too eagerly.
When he got into the room, he was too happy to pull Zezi into an embrace and bury his face in the crook of her neck. She met him with words of worry but he assured that everything was fine and the disappearance was nothing to be worried about.
“They will be found soon,” he said, pressing kisses all over her face and her neck as he tried to get rid of his robe.
“Valerick—” she said with a giggle, as he pushed her to bed. “I still want to know about the meeting.”
“Later.” He said, finally pressing his lips against her, while his hand slipped beneath her dress.
The bond sizzled with electricity and sparks flew through their veins, the intensity of the movement thickening in the air… until suddenly, Valerick pulled away and as if possessed, he stepped out of the room without a word to her.
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