TO FEEL LIKE LOSING THE MEANING OF YOUR EXISTENCE!

"So how did a Palacial Vampiress like you end up being a prisoner in your own home?"

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Even though reluctant from the beginning but the call for her duty as the Queen of a land, she could not back away or show her distress about it.

But as she saw her son climbing up through a rope to a part of the palace deemed forbidden for guests, she did not even know what to do or what not to do.

Was it the Princess's chambers?

She could never come to know unless she traveled the information to someone else and pretty sure, that could lead to some unwanted questions.

A while ago, her husband had visited her and let her know about an attack that took place at the far end of the Kimgdom'd borders, the Scavenger's land.

Did it mean that the war was finally coming?

And if so, the integration of their kingdoms through the wedding was of the utmost importance.

The Alliance forged, if successful would help the Saunderians to fight the war with their help and stop it from spreading outside of its borders.

That was the only benefit that came out of the alliance. Even when it put her son's future at stake.

During the Decade Long War, the night that was cast over the entire lands bought the worst of famines, drought, and massacres in the Middle Lands.

No one wanted the repetition of it ever again. It was why even when the doors to the human lands in the Middle Ground were restricted to the immortal beings, many Mortal Kingdoms have come to welcome the alliance being forged by the Saunders and them.

A sacrifice must be made for it and that would be the intertwining of her son's, her only son's destiny with a being, that lies between the border of death and life, a vampiress.

The wedding would not be anything like held before. Intermixing between Mortals and Immortals was a punishable offense to the highest degree after the Great Begining.

And if their ancestors were alive then, they would have rather died in the nights of no ends than merge their bloodline with a being that fed on their blood of them.

If anything good could come out of it, a compromise between her son and the vampiress in the marriage between them would be a relief.

And thinking so, she drifted out of the garden, without stopping her son from climbing up there or letting others come to know what had happened a while ago.

She was a mother, after all, and the life that her son was going to live meant more to her than anything else.

If that made her selfish, so be it. Nobody could have ever cared for all the lives on Earth, and if she could look only after one, it would at least come close to living a life meaningful.

As he climbed into that window, and then watching the pouring rain all over the green garden, he could not help but question the meaning of his existence.

It was dependent on the wedding.

He knew that he could never be like his Ancestors, or come close to it even by a little measure.

Neither to the point of amassing the same popularity his father had.

Back in the land of his own kind, his strength was questioned all the time if he could make a good monarch.

The only immunity being the one and only true royal bloodline to the throne.

His wedding to the Vampire Princess could have made him finally become useful to his land.

Something he would have been remembered for in the coming times and history.

But with the Princess gone, there went away his possible chance to set meaning to his existence.

"If I would not be wrong, I saw my son in the restricted areas of the Palace for a while ago."

He turned around to see his mother by the entrance.

As she walked up to him, he could not help but wonder how come she knew about it.

The raven-haired vampiress had told him that nobody saw them in the deed...did she lie?

"Get away from there, you would be soaked by the rain."

She pushed him softly aside to close the window and he stopped her from doing it.

"Let me watch the rain wash away the day just like my life."

Even though, at first, she could not understand her son's words but when she did, she eyed him with concern.

"Why do you say so?

You are so young, Damien...the daylight in your life is not being washed away, it had only started to ripen."

She caressed her son's face and he moved away from her touch of embrace.

Something must have happened.

She was sure at that point. She touched him around to face her and implored about it boldly.

"What is it? Tell me...you know that I would come to know about it either way."

Although hesitant, he could never not tell his mother things when she asked for them.

"The wedding is over."

"What?! I mean...we did not get any such news about the Alliance being uprooted..."

It made the Queen herself come under a state of confusion.

Did the Princess call the wedding off?

"They need us more than ever...there...there's been an attack in the far-reaching border of their land...the war is coming..."

She started blabbering out, not being able to wrap around the information her son had just dropped.

"A war?"

"Yes...but who told you the wedding is over?"

Delilah asked, staring right into her son's eyes, and minutes later, he finally said it.

"The Princess had eloped the Capitol days before we got here...they are looking for her and they suspect that she could have vanished into the Mirror forest...there could be no wedding without her now, can it be mother?"

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In the coming update:

"You cannot be a mortal..."

The pouring rain made the Princess stop speaking right away as they both looked up.

There could be no rain in the forest, it was sustained by the magical spells of the witches.

Rain was forbidden in their land. Rain only poured if there was a bad omen unfolding.

If it could not rain in the forest, and it had started pouring, did it mean they were still in the confinement of the kingdom...that she mistook for escaping a long time ago?

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