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The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate

"You are not human, like us, are you?" The words left my mouth in whispers as my eyes glanced around eyeing the destruction caused by the two men. Two men who had effectively taken out Twenty guards. All heavily armed and trained. But now, not even one old get up. "What gave that away?" My companion, who I had feelings for, mocked. "Perhaps the strength we displayed caused her to see reality," in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me making me stumble back in fear. "Is that not true, Princess?" I looked to the man who was silent and ever watchful. "Why? Why were you not true?" I loved him, only him I let myself feel for. He glanced around and spotted Diwal, my trusted advisor. "No one is true in nature here," he pointed to my advisor, "Not even him." Unwanted tears came to my eyes as I glanced around me. I could die tonight and it would all be in their hands. "Don't worry, your highness, it's just the time for it to come to light." My advisor smiled and so did the other two men. •••• A gentle yet cold bastard prince. The bulky, muscular King to be. And a Princess. ~ slow burn ~

Inara_Me · Fantasy
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437 Chs

Lover - II

"With you." He answered with a frown. "I have to be introduced to my sister-in-law." 

"S-sister-in-law?" I stuttered a little before shaking my head. "That is Catherine—" 

"Who is your sister. Hence, I stand corrected." 

Yes, she was my sister, but I did not want him to be introduced to my little sister first. Catherine was not Estelle and she would not understand the change that happened. 

"Yes, yes you do stand corrected." I am not ready. "But you cannot just meet her. I just found her today." 

Tristan squinted his eyes slightly before they returned to their original shape. He nodded a little before indulging me, "Pray, tell me, why can I not meet your sister, Genevieve?" 

Why indeed? "Well," I looked at the door before coming back to him, "I did not let your aunt meet her and I am saying the same for you, she needs familiar faces at the moment. Those faces are mine and marilyn." 

"And mine," he added. "She needs to meet me, the—"