Chapter 125
“You obviously have not seen him naked,” Kina said, smiling, thinking about Prince Deacon’s torso.
“Are you ladies always so forward?” Emily asked, blushing.
“The gentlemen here might call us ladies but trust me, once Prince Deacon is done with you, you will never want to be a lady ever again,” Sariyah chuckled, flipping her hand fan open, winding herself as she was getting hot just thinking about what Prince Deacon did to her.
“Excuse me,” Emily said, and stood up, feeling she heard enough.
“Sit down, dear,” Jayda said.
“I feel a bit flushed. My skin is not used to the sun on this side of the world,” Emily said before walking away, the ladies giggling at her.
“Guess we should follow her,” Kina said, standing up. The others followed her lead.
The ladies caught up with Emily. As they walk back towards the castle, the ladies would give little bows accompanied by sweet smiles whenever a gentleman walked past them.
Emily felt uncomfortable being associated with such women, as she was nothing like them. “Ladies, you really do not need to accompany me.”
“Sure, we do,” Sariyah said, putting her arm around Emily’s.
A butler stopped, presenting them with a tray filled with Antipasti. The ladies helped themself, but Emily did not.
“Have some. You will need it to keep up with Prince Deacon,” Sariyah teased.
Emily felt her face flush red as her eyes met the butler’s eyes.
“Excuse me,” Emily tried to walk away as fast as she could in the hope that the ladies will not join her again.
Emily walked so fast and looked back over her shoulder at the ladies that she walked into Prince Deacon.
“And where are you off to in such a hurry?” Prince Deacon said, with his hands on her shoulders, her crashing into him sending a shock wave through him.
“Please take your hands off me,” Emily said with a stern voice.
Prince Deacon took his hands off her and looked over at the ladies, standing around the butler, eating off the platter.
“You should really try to make some friends if you want to enjoy your stay here,” Prince Deacon said, wondering what his former fated mates said to Emily to upset her.
“With them?” Emily pointed to the ladies.
“Not necessarily. I thought you would hit it off with them,” Prince Deacon said.
Princess Claire walked past them, looking like she was in a haze, wearing a purple long sleeve Victorian-style dress that completely covered her from neck to toe, but the fabric seems thin and perfect for spring.
“Emily,” Claire greeted.
“That is Princess Emily,” Prince Deacon corrected her.
“Princess Claire,” Emily curtseyed.
“Don’t do that again,” he demanded, not wanting anyone to consider her of lesser status than them.
“I thought she is not a princess after all,” Princess Claire said, looking at Emily.
“I assure you she is and you and all the other ladies at this court will treat her as such,” Prince Deacon said, firmly.
After Princess Claire took her leave, to go see what the fuzz on the butler's tray was about Emily confronted Prince Deacon.
“You assure her? I told you I am not a princess,” Emily said.
“But you are,” Prince Deacon said, holding out his arm.
Emily bit her lip, realizing that there was no reasoning with him.
“I have thought about it, and it will please me to have my own room,” she finally said.
“But it won't please me, end of discussion. You will not ask for your own room again,” Prince Deacon said firmly.
Emily opened her mouth to say something, but the words failed her.
“Hannah, good afternoon,” Prince Deacon greeted. It was just after midday.
“I was told you need someone to help Princess Emily select dresses?” Hannah curtsey politely.
“Yes, thank you,” Prince Deacon said. He had always liked Hannah, her beauty undeniable, but he has never pursued her as she was already on the arm of Prince Andre when he first met her, and then shortly after before he even got a chance, she got married to Lord Dario.
Prince Deacon could feel today that the desire he once had for Hannah was no longer there, and he realized that his mate bond with Emily had something to do with it.
He looked at Emily and then at Hannah. ‘I suppose I would have pursued Emily over Hannah even without the mate bond. Hannah holds her own, but I like Emily’s stubbornness. I just hope I can tame her before the six months are over,’ he thought to himself.
“Shall we?” Hannah asked.
“After you,” Emily said, following Hannah.
Prince Deacon looked after them, smiling sweetly. ‘I cannot believe I am such a puppy for that woman. This bloody mate bond.’
Prince Deacon walked over to the butler and his former mates that were standing aside so that Princess Claire could have her pick of the platter.
Prince Deacon decided that he does not like her. "Ladies."
"Prince Deacon," the three of them said like a choir, smiling sweetly.
Princess Claire rolled her eyes and took one more piece of food from the platter and stubbornly walked away, not used to men not falling at her feet. Not only does it upset her that Emily got the handsome Prince Deacon, but it also made her angry. 'I am stuck with a blood-lust vampire King that can only be in the dark. I hate the dark,' Princess Claire thought to herself. 'I guess I should be grateful that Torvald is a King and not a bad-looking one that is,' she thought as she sat down at a table, looking at happy couples strolling in the garden, Prince Deacon and the three ladies laughing away.
Princess Claire thought about her wedding night, which was just last night.
Last night;
“I do,” Princess Claire said in the chapel, being married, apparently to a King; one she has never heard of before. Princess Claire knew she should be scared, after all just moments earlier she saw the same man, the same King, drinking violently the blood of another lady.
“You may mark your bride,” Princess Claire heard the priest say and wondered if he was a real priest.
‘Did I hear him right? Surely he meant you may kiss the bride?’ the thoughts have not even probably formed in her mind when King Torvald pulled her hand to his mouth and sunk his teeth into her left hand at the side of her thumb. A little bit of blood ran from her hand and King Torvald left it. Normally after biting a human, a vampire will use their saliva to heal the wound, but when it came to claiming and marking their bride, their wife, their property, they didn’t.
Princess Claire gasped a little at the pain but held back her tears.
‘Good, I chose the right one. She is resilient, and she tastes bloody delicious,’ King Torvald thought as he looked into her eyes, eyes that gave away her fear that he compelled her not to feel.
With her hand around his arm, King Torvald walked her past the other council members and out of the ceremony hall to his bedroom.
In King Torvald’s bedroom on his bed laid three ladies, naked.
“Out,” King Torvald said, compelling the ladies that he had sex with and drank from the whole day to leave his room.
Princess Claire stepped backward and then turned to leave, not willing to give her virtue to a man that had no respect for women, not even if he was a king.
King Torvald grabbed her by her arm. “Stay,” he said, his stealthy voice sending shivers down her spice.
