Chapter 126

The naked ladies grabbed their dresses and as they leave the room, they put on their dresses, laughing.

Princess Claire looked at the sheets that have bloodstains on them.

King Torvald walked her to the bed and cupped her small, delicate face between his long, slender fingers before kissing her, his lips barely touching hers.

He continued to kiss her gently before undoing her dress, without leaving her lips.

Princess Claire felt her dress drop to the floor and realized that she did not even feel King Torvald undoing it.

Standing in just her undergarments, King Torvald pulled it up and only released the kiss to pull it over her head.  He stepped away to look at her naked body, full breast, small waist, and curvy hips. “Beautiful.”

King Torvald pushed her gently to the bed, but Princess Claire made the fatal mistake of objecting. “Please, can you at least arrange for clean sheets?”

King Torvald hated nothing more than the mood being ruined. Forcefully, he pinned Princess Claire down on the bed. “Keep quiet!”

King Torvald took only his shoes and pants off before joining Princess Claire on his bed again. He planned to be gentle, to help her enjoy her first time, but if she was so sensitive to a little blood, then he needed to break her quickly, as he needed a strong queen.

“Get used to bloodstain sheets with the scent of another woman,” King Thorvald said as he violently forced himself into her, making her gasp; cries escaping her.

“Yes, cry for me, cry my little Princess,” King Torvald said as he went harder and faster. Her virgin blood hit his nostrils.

“Tonight, a will make a queen out of you,” King Torvald said as he moved across her naked body until he found himself between her legs, eagerly licking the blood. He does not want to sink his teeth into her as he knew she will get intoxicated and not feel the pain of losing her virtue to him.

Princess Claire could feel pleasure rise in her through the pain and as she started to moan of satisfaction through sobs of tears, King Torvald stopped licking the blood between her legs, as he does not want her to experience any pleasure tonight anymore.

King Torvald forcefully entered her again and the pleasure she felt, long forgotten as the pain overtook her. King Torvald did not know why, but he liked the sound of her crying, her pain and he went at it more violently so that she will cry louder. He reached his climax and kept himself in her womanhood. “Hopefully soon you will scream as you give birth to my next born.”

Princess Claire looked up at him, tears flowing, unable to say anything.

King Torvald kissed her on her lips softly before forcefully continuing again.

King Torvald has children, but they are stuck, frozen in the icecaps at the North Pole, alongside their mothers. About a thousand years ago, King Torvald escaped from the ice that froze him and his family a million years ago. Since escaping, he had other wives and several children, all human, but they got killed in the Supernatural war and King Torvald vowed to kill all these supernaturals one day. Unlike made vampires, he was born a vampire. Unlike made vampires, he does not actually have to drink blood, but if he wanted to stay young; he has to. He can walk in daylight as easily as at night because he was a natural being. Sometimes when he listened to humans' speculations of prehistoric life, he wanted to correct them but he kept his knowledge to himself as he does not want anyone to know. As long as a human doesn't drink from him, they will never see the truth. What they made vampires don't know was that they can drink from him as well, since he was natural. 

Hours into the night, King Torvald had enough and compelled Princess Claire to stay in the bed. In the early morning, it was still dark outside. She woke up to King Torvald drinking blood from another lady.

Princess Claire just lay in silence, looking at them, wondering if he will have sex with the lady after her.

King Tovald noticed that Princess Claire was looking at them and he kept his eyes on her while drinking from the lady.




After King Torvald finished drinking from the lady, she started to touch him, but he stopped her.

“Leave,” he compelled her, and she left, against her will.

King Torvald swept the hair away from Princess Claire’s face. “I will not have another woman in our bed ever again.”

Stubbornly, she turned her back on him. “Little bit too late for that.”

King Torvald laughed at her. “I like you, and soon you will like me too.”

‘The hell I will,’ Princess Claire thought to herself, tired, and all she wanted right now was to fall asleep.

The next morning, she woke up, King Torvald staring at her. Feeling creeped out, she sat up, still naked.

“May I go take a bath?” she asked.

“You don’t have to ask,” King Torvald laughed at her silliness.

Princess Claire stood up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom, the room dark as night with dim night lamps. King Torvald saw the bruises on her arms from holding her down, but it didn’t bother him. He heard the bathtub water run and sped off and got back before anyone could notice him outside of his room during the day. He selected a dress that had long sleeves that were from thin, sheer fabric.

After leaving her for thirty minutes, he went to the bathroom to check up on her.

She looked up at him from where she was lying in the tub, not covering her arms over her naked breast.

‘What would be the use?’ she asked as she watched his eyes sweeping over her body.

King Thorvald took a towel and held it open for her. Princess Claire stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, allowing him to dry her off.

‘Why is he so gentle now but yet he was so forceful last night?’ she thought to herself.

“I have selected a dress for you, feel free to visit the castle wardrobe to select more for yourself. You are free to roam the castle as you wish, but if you try to run away, I will hunt you down and feed you to the wolves,” King Torvald warned, not that the wolves would really do anything to her.

After Princess Claire got dressed, she left the room, eager to get away from him.

***

From the table in the garden where Princess Claire was sitting, she could see the whole garden all the way to the main entrance that led to the front doors of the castle. Princess Claire was planning her escape.

“May we?” a young lady with another next to her, whom Princess Claire recognized from the wedding ceremony, asked.

“Sure,” Princess Claire said.

“I am Princess Whitney Simpson,” Princess Whitney introduced herself.

Princess Whitney, age eighteen, standing 5;1” tall with caramel skin, had an aggressive feel about her, despite her fine and elegant frame. She had an oval face with a pointed chin, a pointed nose, thin lips, and big brown eyes. Her brown hair was mid-back length and curly. She was wearing an in-fashion whimsical blush pink hat that matched her beautiful Edwardian blush pink dress that fell off her shoulders, decorated with a half-inch lace trimming all around, tucked at the waist with a full skirt that touched the ground. She seemed friendly and considered herself a dreamer. She came from a family that was in high regard amongst the social elite class in Edinburgh, England. Princess Whitney had expert knowledge in poetry, and one could say she was a pessimist and afraid of being alone. Her parents died a few years back when her father lost control of their car.  She was placed with her aunt and uncle from her father’s side who had financial problems. It didn’t take her uncle long to burn through her inheritance. When the opportunity came for her to be wed, he did not hesitate to sell her off to the lord that came knocking, as he did not have a dowry for her.

“I am lady Elinor Parker, also with royal heritage, but our family never inherited the royal title,” Princess Elinor introduced herself, sitting down next to Princess Whitney.

Princess Elinor Parker, twenty-three years old and taller than Princess Whitney at 5’6” had an athletic build with pink skin, a lean face with a straight nose, and small plum lips. Her blue eyes large and she had fine eyebrows. Her blond hair plated and turned into a bun on top of her head, not really suitable for the era.  She was also wearing an in-fashion Edwardian dress that showed the fullness of her breast and her straight waist. Princess Elinor appeared to be well-mannered but was nothing of the sort. She was a runaway and when a lord made inquiries about her and her father embarrassedly had to admit that she runs away every courting season, the lord made him an offer. If the lord brings her back home and she agrees to leave with him for America, then he will not ask for her dowery but if the Lord cannot bring her home and not get her to agree to leave with him, he will pay one million dollars. Her father laughed it off, seeing it as a win, win for him as either way he either gets a large sum of money and still has her dowery or he does not get a large sum of money, but he does not have to pay her dowery, saving him money. Not even an hour after the deal has been made, the lord returned with a smiling Elinor, begging her father to let her go with him. Princess Elinor still does not understand why she agreed to come with the mysterious lord as she didn’t know that she was compelled.  Now she found herself married to a prince that wanted to drink her blood and,  for some reason, she let him without putting up a fight.