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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

The demon - I

I almost fell asleep by the time Diwal came. It did not help that the wound on the right side of my neck had me take medicines that made me sleepy. But I still have something important to do. 

"Must we do this?" He spoke cautiously and did not raise his voice as we stepped down the staircase, "what if someone catches us?" 

I stopped for a moment in shock, "Would someone catch us? Did you not make sure?" 

He looked at me, startled. "No, I did. It is very late into the night and humans usually are in very deep sleep which is why they take a quick feeding."

"And the guards in the dungeons?" 

He gulped. " . . . Not sure about them." He admitted and I gaped at him in shock. 

"What!" I spat. "Do you not remember what happened when we visited Marilyn?" 

He opened his mouth but then closed it. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to find an excuse. "Maybe . . I could send a maid to them? Like someone is called them?"