Chapter 225
Princess Freda realized that she will have to hide out for a while and birth her children first before attempting to find Emily so she slowly made her way to the nearest harbor to board a ship to Europe and from there it was slow and hot, uncomfortable journey to Egypt. Even though she knew it was risky staying at Queen Zuberi’s palace, she didn’t know where else to go and luckily for her, the palace still carried Gabriella’s spell. Princess Freda was well taken care of by Queen Zuberi’s servants, none of them knowing that Queen Zuberi was dead and she thought it best not to enlighten them, for the sake of her twins.
A few months later she gave birth to two healthy babies and instead of finding Emily, she decided it can wait as there was a raging human World War Two going on and the last thing she wanted is to get caught in the crossfire leaving her children without a mother. She was not sure if they were like King Lowe or King Thorvald and knew it will still be a few years before she will get her answers. ‘Who knows, perhaps Emily will come around once she was done with Prince Deacon. I just hope she does not kill him.'
1940 - 1945
The higher council had a spell put over the castle to hide it from the human war and King Thorvald had his hybrid fine-comb Egypt in search of Princess Fey and her twins but had no luck.
Shysie had no luck either finding the twin royal sisters and John, not knowing that they were hiding out in icy Barrow, Alaska.
Due to the raging, violent human war, King Makens also stopped the search for Blue Bloods for his sons and has given up on ever finding Prince Deacon or his granddaughters. Queen Lara insisted that they don’t give up, but he would have none of it.
Wynn also went in search of Princess Freda, after catching her scent on Shysie, but he was unable to get Shysie to admit anything. Wynn was also unable to find Princess Freda after searching the whole time during the war, fearing that she has died.
Prince Deacon moved from one place to the next, searching for his daughter, but the bloody human war made it difficult, leading to one dead end after the other.
Prince Deacon found himself in England by the time he decided to give up searching for his daughter and accepted that perhaps she died that night.
‘Time to go visit some old memories,’ he thought, traveling through the countryside, sidestepping the war zone. When he arrived at the street, at the house he bought and still owned to the day that was across from Princess Beverley’s; the neighbors thought he was the grandson of his former self. Princess Beverley and Princess Freda’s house was passed on to their next of kin and Emily’s house was sold off. Prince Deacon tried to buy the house from the current owners, but without Wynn there to compel them to sell, he had no luck.
1946 to the present day.
The street turned into a crowded town, but Prince Deacon found comfort in his memories. He had no problem shifting at night to go for runs in his wolf form, but eventually had no interest in the supernatural world. Every now and then he would enjoy the company of a lady, but grew bored quickly with them. One evening he got bored and decided to shift for a change since he has not shifted for about fifty years and aged.
‘My bones are getting stiff and old,’ he thought, thinking a few shifts will sort it out.
After a month of shifting every night, one evening returning from a long enjoyable run in his wolf form, he caught a familiar scent and cautiously approached his back door.
“Hello husband,” Emily greeted him, leaning against his back door, wearing a short red mini dress that had no straps and fitted her body like a glove. Her already tall body appeared taller because she was wearing high heels. Her hair was loose and wavey.
‘My word she is gorgeous,’ he thought, completely forgetting all the wrong she has done. 'The modern world suits her. Pity I have to kill her,' he reminded himself that he has to punish her, still believing she was at fault for his loss.
“Why don’t you shift into your human form and give me a ‘hello’ kiss? Have you not missed me?” she asked, ready to kill him.
Prince Deacon started to growl at her, not liking the situation he found himself in one bit.
“Shift into your human form,” she compelled him, and Prince Deacon shifted against his will.
‘I should have worn my shaman necklace,’ he thought. ‘I will have to try and trick her,’ he thought, walking over to his back door, not caring to try and cover his manhood.
Emily opened the back door for him to walk through, licking her lips, and looking at his well-defined naked body.
‘Behave yourself. You came here to kill him, remember?’ she argued with her lustful thoughts, her eyes now on his backside.
Just as she shut the door, Prince Deacon grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the door, and catching her off guard.
Emily could easily fight him, but looking into his blue eyes, she remembered her feelings for him.
Prince Deacon realized she was not fighting back and before he knew what was happening, he found himself kissing her, still having a strong grip on her throat.
When she kissed him back, he loosened his grip, sliding his hands down, wrapping them around her body, before lifting her up and walking her into the living room.
“Why can’t I hate you!” Emily asked, angry at herself, allowing Prince Deacon to take her dress off.
“Why do you want to hate me? I should be the one hating you,” Prince Deacon pushed her to the nearest couch before finding her womanhood with his mouth.
Emily was about to give him a piece of her mind when the pleasure started to rise up in her, reminding her of that very first time his face was between her legs when she was wearing nothing but a sheer, very revealing nightgown.
Soon he had her moaning in pleasure. Prince Deacon found her collarbone and kissed her on the spot where he claimed her so many years ago. From her collarbone, up her neck, he sends shivers of pleasure through her body with every kiss. Prince Deacon reached her mouth and kissed her deeply before positioning himself between her legs.
“Be gentle, I am still a virgin,” Emily moaned.
“What?” Prince Deacon snapped out of the moment.
“I couldn’t bring myself to love any man after what happened, let alone let one near my body,” Emily said.
“I never meant for any of it to happen to you, to us. I just wanted to be happy; happy with you,” Prince Deacon said, embracing her.
“Make love to me,” Emily said before kissing him.
Prince Deacon pushed his erected manhood into her, slow and gentle, and kept his eyes on her eyes while thrusting gently in and out of her. Emily was surprised that it only hurt for a moment, ‘must be because I am a vampire,’ she thought as she started to thrust with him, wanting more of him.
They made love all night, all over the place, and eventually find themselves in Prince Deacon’s bed. Emily watched him sleep for a while, contemplating if she should kill him or not.
When he woke up, they made love again and again, and every night, Emily will find herself watching him sleep, trying to convince herself that she does not love him and that she should kill him but then the morning comes and he woke up, repeating the day before, falling deeper in love with each other.
Even though the enchantress's spell prevented him from finding a fated mate again, it did not prevent him from falling in love naturally.
Prince Deacon had the same thoughts as Emily, also trying to convince himself that he should kill her. Even though Emily told him that she was compelled to kill their wives and that she had nothing to do with the disappearance of their daughters, he found it hard to believe because, as far as he knew, vampires could not be compelled. The longer he procrastinated, the more he started to accept her truth and fell deeply in love with her again until he could not imagine his life without her again.
