Chapter Ten - Back To The Main Story – Dinner with Vampires

I had been honored with an invitation to dine with the esteemed Darker Ville royal family, and I was determined to make a lasting impression. To prepare for this momentous occasion, I took a day off from school and indulged in a rejuvenating day of rest at home. As the evening approached, I arose from my slumber and treated myself to a luxurious bath infused with the finest rose petals from the palace gardens. The sweet fragrance enveloped me, leaving me feeling refreshed and ready to mingle with the royal family.

Following my luxurious bath, I slipped into the exquisite royal gown, one of the most opulent pieces from the palace's collection. My cousins, the talented Mary sisters, had meticulously prepared it for me, showcasing their remarkable flair for fashion. As I strolled through the palace in the stunning lavender-hued gown, I commanded attention, and the reactions were precisely what I had anticipated - a chorus of compliments and awe-struck expressions. I couldn't help but think, 'Yes, I absolutely slayed the night.'

"My mother was hesitant to let me travel to the South alone, her concerns rooted in a deep-seated distrust of the vampires. Whatever secrets she harbored about her past with Dad, it was clear that the experience had left an indelible mark on her life - and mine. I admired her protective nature, feeling grateful for a mother who cared so deeply. When she learned about the dinner party at Dark Ville for the Full Moon Festival, she flatly refused to let me attend alone. Instead, she insisted on accompanying me, her presence a comforting reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

My mother's concerns deepened when I began participating in the vampire clan's activities, fearing she was losing me to their world. But she didn't need to worry - I was, and would always be, her beloved child. Although I possessed vampire genes, my witch heritage was far more dominant, ensuring I would never truly belong to the vampire realm. I was, and forever would be, a witch at heart, with my mother's love and magic coursing through my veins.

I gently knocked on my mother's door, asking softly, 'Mama, are you ready?' Her response was laced with concern, 'Yes, baby, but are you certain you want to go to Dark Ville?' She hesitated, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios - perhaps I was being coerced, or the vampires had sinister plans to exploit me in one of their mysterious rituals. Maybe, she thought, I felt obligated to attend because Harry had personally extended the invitation, promising an unforgettable experience.

I reassured her, 'Yes, Mama, I'm positive. Harry is my boyfriend, and I love him. I don't want to let him down.' But my mother's distress only deepened. 'Baby, be careful! What if he's your cousin or brother?' she exclaimed. I patiently explained, 'Mama, you know Father is the crown prince of his own kingdom in Far-Far Away. He's likely king by now. There's no way the Dark Ville royals could be related to us.' I tried to calm her fears, but she seemed naive in her overprotectiveness. I longed to attend the ceremony, but she was making everything about her and Father's past. I sensed she feared I'd follow in her footsteps, but she'd never revealed what had happened. I'd always asked, but she'd promised to tell me when I was older. And now that I was, she still kept secrets.

With a sigh, my mother finally relented, 'You go ahead, I won't be joining you. Take the royal unicorn and fly to Darker Ville, I want you to be safe.' Although I was slightly disappointed, I focused on the positive - I'd have a wonderful time with Harry. But I knew my clever mom had an ulterior motive; she wanted to use the unicorn's magic to track my whereabouts. I smiled to myself, realizing her concern was still palpable, even if she was letting me go.

As I soared through the skies on the royal unicorn, I encountered a group of black witches practicing their craft. They wisely chose not to interfere with me, recognizing the prudence of leaving a royal alone. I reciprocated their caution, minding my own business and avoiding any confrontation. Black witches were notorious for bullying white witches, but they knew better than to cross a royal - especially one with my unique heritage. As a white witch and vampire, I possessed unparalleled strength, and my rumored powers had become the stuff of legend. Though unconfirmed, the whispers of my abilities had spread far and wide, striking a cautious fear into the hearts of those who knew my name. Hayden had come closest to exposing my secrets, but fortunately for him, he'd narrowly escaped my wrath.

I guided the unicorn to Harry's balcony, where he was preparing for the evening's festivities. The air was filled with the enticing aromas of his various fragrances, teasing my senses. I slipped into his suite, finding him in the bathroom, indulging in a relaxing bath. Memories of our last intimate encounter flooded my mind as I imagined him naked, his strong muscular body glistening with water droplets. Though tempted to sneak a peek, I resisted, not wanting to spoil the surprise of having him all to myself for the night. Anticipation built within me, and I eagerly awaited our time together.

Despite my inner turmoil, I had carefully composed myself, dressing impeccably to conceal my arousal. However, my rising temperature betrayed my attempts at subtlety, revealing the depth of my desire. Nevertheless, I was determined to make this night unforgettable, just as Harry and I had meticulously planned. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, our passion would unfold, making this evening truly one for the ages.

As I stood there, surrounded by the scent of his robes, I could sense his presence, our aromas intertwining like a primal dance. Though we hadn't formally marked each other, I knew he felt my presence, just as I could smell him from afar. It was as if we were two mates, drawn together by an unseen force. Sometimes I wondered if we were matched by the heavens or the underworld, but such thoughts were fleeting, for I lived life on my own terms. And then, Harry entered the room, his naked form commanding attention, his rigid erection a testament to his desire. The memories of our previous encounter came flooding back, and I could almost feel him inside me once more, his size and presence leaving me breathless.

As I stood enveloped in the scent of his robes, our aromas entwined in a primal dance, signaling his presence. Though we hadn't formally marked each other, our connection was palpable. I sensed him, just as he could smell me from afar. It was as if an unseen force drew us together, like two mates destined to unite. Fleeting thoughts of whether our match was heaven-sent or forged in the underworld vanished, for I lived life on my own terms. Then, Harry entered, his naked form commanding attention, his rigid erection a testament to his desire. Memories of our previous encounter flooded back, and I could almost feel him inside me once more, his size and presence leaving me breathless.