Prologue

"Is there a way I can escape your wrath?" She asked, her eyes searching into his cold emotionless grey ones.

"I fear there is none you know of..." He said coldy, his blade still resting on her neck, a slip of the finger away from slicing through her jugular.

What had even made her believe she could escape? And more importantly, why did she have to run away?

she was a slave, true, but a free slave in a sense. She could roam on the manor grounds freely. She had the rights to read the books the library contained and she could even leave the manor if accompanied. she was well fed and fairly well treated.

Why?

The answer was as clear as the day to her. For years she had been suppressing a feeling that made her to lose sleep at night. A feeling of emptiness, like she wasn't meant to be were she was. Then came the dream.

Usually, she would have a dreamless sleep, but when she dreams, it was always a premonition. Something to happen, something set in stone, something ruled by fate.

She had seen herself escaping from the invisible shackles of the manor and she did just that, unaware she would fall on this man. The air around him, vibrated menacingly like every particle was coated with his aura. He was terrifying in a sense but who wouldn't be terrified if they had a very shiny, and sharp metal pressed against the tender flesh of his throat will you ask. In spite of that, she could still form coherent phrases, maybe due to the fact she could convince to let her leave to see another day. She had never been a fan of using her looks to her advantage, but what were principles in front of death?

Also, despite his hard look, she had the impression he wouldn't really kill her.

"... But there is another way you can save yourself, witch princess..." He said and she froze immediately, eyes widening in terror.

Just forget all she said before, she was petrified!!!

Being called a witch wasn't a problem, vampires could senses witches kilometers from were they stood. It was the fact he knew her rank in her coven, or should she say, when she still had a coven. Her magic had been suppressed by the Queen in an attempt to protect her, which was apparently futile before this man which seem to have abilities that surpassed those of normal vampires and she didn't need to use her eye to see it.

"And what could be that way?" She asked her chin raised, staring straight into his eyes. Pure defiance and pride reflected in her sapphire blue eyes.

"There is a certain prestige in successfully taming a witch, especially the royal ones as they are the most arrogant and prideful and would bow to no one in this world."

"Come to the fact" She said, sounding impatient, but her heartbeat thundered in her ear and she had no doubt he could hear in very clearly.

Amusement flashed in those grey orbs of his, before he lowered himself to her level, the face a few inches from each other and she praised herself when she didn't retreat.

"What I want of you, dear witch princess, is you being my slave"