Chapter 171 Trigger warning Miscarriage
A few months have passed since King Thorvald discovered what caused princess Claire’s unhappiness.
While making love to princess Claire, king Thorvald sank his fangs into her neck.
“I think I might be pregnant,” Princess Claire said.
King Thorvald immediately retracted his fangs, “How long have you suspected this?”
“Not long, I am late,” she said.
King Thorvald laid next to her, “Go to sleep.”
“What is the matter? Don’t you want to continue?” Princess Claire asked confused.
“It is not safe. It could harm the baby,” King Thorvald said, standing up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” Princess Claire asked, sitting up.
“I am hungry and since I can't drink from you, I have to find another human,” King Thorvald said, before leaving.
‘I wonder if that means sleeping with his food as well,’ Princess Claire wondered, laying back down again.
For the past few months, Princess Claire has been inserting the semen of a human into her since everyone believed king Thorvald was a made vampire that can't sire children. What no one knew, including princess Claire was that king Thorvald has been chucking out the human semen and replacrf it with his own.
He was not sure yet how he will explain his wife having vampire children but thought he will deal with it when the time comes.
The main reason king Thorvald was not concerned about siring vampire children was the fact that as a prehistoric vampire none of his children turned out with the vampire gene and all got turned after having their own children that didn’t carry the vampire gene either.
Another month went by and one evening after returning from another human’s bed, King Thorvald got into bed.
“The least you can do is wash the other woman off you before getting into bed,” Princess Claire said before putting her book down and turning her bedside light off.
“Shh,” King Thorvald said.
“What is it?” Princess Claire asked, wondering what was going on.
King Thorvald placed his ear to her belly, “You are definitely with child,” he said with a smile.
“I know, I could tell by the terrible morning sickness and crazy cravings,” Princess Claire said, pushing him away.
“Don’t you ever dare push me away,” King Thorvald said, grabbing her by her face.
Princess Claire just stared at him, her eyes full of hate.
“Get some rest,” King Thorvald said, letting go of her.
The next morning king Thorvald waited for princess Claire to wake up.
‘Guess he is really happy about having a child,’ she thought as he was never in the room came morning.
“Good morning. I have arranged the room across from mine for you as it gets good sunlight. You should spend some time outside more often,” King Thorvald instructed.
“Sure,” Princess Claire said, standing up but then falls over, almost missing the bed.
King Thorvald listened for the baby’s heart but could not hear it so he moved closer and placed his ear to her belly, not caring whether she was ok or not. ‘Must have died during the night,’ he thought before positioning princess Claire properly. “Claire,” he tapped her lightly and her eyes fluttered open.
“Did I pass out? This baby is going to be the end of me,” she smiled, sitting up.
“The baby must be dead as I can't hear the heartbeat,” King Thorvald said, standing up and leaving the room in fear that he might just do something to princess Claire, blaming her.
Later that day princess Claire felt the first pains of her miscarriage and over the next few days, she bled heavily, alone without help. It took her a good three months to get over her loss but one morning early was forced to get over it when king Thorvald entered her room.
“I thought I don’t have a husband anymore,” she said sarcastically when he got into bed next to her and started to kiss her on her neck.
“Time to make another baby,” he said as he parted her legs.
“Surely you are needed to make a baby and besides don’t you get your needs fulfilled by whomever currently shares your bed and her blood?” Princess Claire asked sarcastically.
“Why are you making it so hard for me to love you?” King Thorvald asked, stopping what he was doing and looking at her.
“Love?” Princess Claire laughed.
Out of anger, King Thorvald forced himself into her before sinking his teeth into her neck. Princess Claire lets the intoxication take her over while he forcefully had s*x with her.
Over the next couple of days, king Thorvald braught her semen from whom she believed belongs to a human of his choosing and inserted it into her before making love to her. Every time she expected him to sink his fangs into her but he doesn’t. Soon enough princess Claire was with child again but unfortunately, she had another miscarriage.
“Perhaps we should have another woman carry the child?” Princess Claire suggested one day when king Thorvald tried to make love with her.
“Let us try one more time,” he said, forcing her legs open.
Princess Claire sigh as she waited for him to finish, knowing the drill.
After having his way with her, while still inside of her he looked into her eyes, “If you lose one more baby I will end you.”
Princess Claire was stunt by his words, “I just told you; let's have someone else carry a child for us!”
“I will not have some stupid human carry my child,” King Thorvald said, getting off the bed.
“What am I? Last time I checked I am human!” Princess Claire spat.
“You are a Blue Blood,” King Thorvald said.
‘My word he is in his own kind of special world,’ she thought rolling her eyes.
As soon as king Thorvald retired to his own room princess Claire got up and decided it was time for her to leave, 'Before I get pregnant again.' Princess Claire got dressed and hid her personal papers between her breast. ‘Let us hope no one suspects anything when I leave to go into town,’ she thought to herself after telling her lady in waiting to arrange for a car to take her to town. ‘I will not end up like that stupid girl Emily,’ she vowed, getting into the car, telling her lady in waiting that she does not need her to tag along, “I am just going for a few dress fittings, you don’t need to come along.”
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King Thorvald stormed into the vampire lounge, “Has anyone seen princess Claire?”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up, looking at each other. You can hear a ‘no,’ here and there.
“The last time I saw her was a few days ago when she told me to not accompany her to town,” Claire’s lady in waiting says.
“A few days ago? So, you didn’t think it strange for her not to call on you?” King Thorvald sped over to the lady in waiting, making her flinch in fear.
“Your majesty you know that she will lock herself up for days on end, crying over her lost babies, y-, y-, your lost babies,” she stuttered.
“Everyone out! Find her!” King Thorvald shouted before speeding off himself to go look for her.
Paris, Shysie, and Wynn left together.
“I have been meaning to ask you guys something. Do you all know about the hunter kid?” Wynn asked, ignoring princess Claire’s scent in his nostrils.
“Yeah, a few,” Paris started but was cut off by king Thorvald.
“Wynn, don’t disappoint me. I know hybrids have the best sense of smell,” King Thorvald said.
“On it,” Wynn sids, pointing into a random direction before speeding into that direction. ‘As if I am going to help him,’ he thought to himself, glad that king Thorvald was not following them.
“Did you really pick up her scent in this direction?” Shysie asked.
“Yes,” Wynn lied.
“So, what about the hunter kid? He is like a year old now?” Paris said.
“King Makens almost had him kill me!” Wynn said.
“What? Why?” Shysie asked shocked.
“That kid is a monster. King Thorvald made us watch it rip a vampire to shreds before king Makens took the baby’s hair and pushed it into the vampire’s chest making it explode, leaving nothing but ash behind,” Paris said, thinking back at the horrible sight.
“Why would king Thorvald create such a weapon against his own kind, vampires,” Wynn asked, coming to a halt.
“What is it?” Shysie asked, looking at her brother.
“I lost her scent,” Wynn said, lying again as he picked it up but didn’t want to lead Shysie to princess Claire as he knew she would return her to king Thorvald.
“Perhaps we should split up?” Paris suggested.
“Sure, we go this way,” Shysie said grabbing Paris’s hand.
‘Not exactly what I meant,’ Paris thought as he went with Shysie. Paris was growing tired of Shysie keeping him as a pet.
Wynn looked around making sure no one was following him and just as he was about to speed off, he caught king Thorvald at the corner of his eye following him.
