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Underneath the coldness of my skin

[MATURE THEMES] Never in her life had Celeste thought of waking up in the middle of the night at the horrendous screams of her parents nor finding out the man she had loved to her bone would do the dreadful deed of assisting his dad in killing her parents in the greed of power and wealth.  The grief and heartbreak she had gone through was one of hell and seeing the facade of her ex-partner's father falling before her feet the next night trapped inside the walls of her chamber when he tried to assault her was frighteningly alarming which left her with no way but to flee the Kingdom she grew up in. The palace where she only had the best of memories until that unfortunate night when she unwillingly had to let go of the people who gave birth to her. Who she loved to death.  Then again, never in her life had Celeste thought there will be a moment she will be brought to the kingdom of Elyznh— which she heard about a lot but didn't though one day she will be setting foot there and living a life pretending to be a human when the blood flowing inside her nerves were pure Vampire— living with werewolves nor falling in love with a werewolf. Her secret is her's only, and when she dies it will become mere ashes as she is and rose in the sky, until then no one needs to know.

oceaanblues · ファンタジー
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Concubine?

The woman handed the child to His Highness who held her with utmost tenderness. Her tiny fingers curled around His Highness's silk robe as she looked up at him with wide dark blue eyes, just like the King's, a smile curling on her thin spit-slicked pink lips.

"She needs her feed." The maid said with a smile gracing her lips. "Let me help, My Grace."

Celeste's eyes widened as the maid moved the clothing off his highness's chest, her back toward Celeste, and adjusted the child on his chest.

When she moved away from his highness, he was nursing the child, a pale pink, silk cloth covering his chest and the baby's face. But how?

How can a male feed? Let alone give birth? For a moment she kind of forgot the situation she was in, looking at his highness with mouth agape. His long-fingered hand cradled the baby's bottom as the other rubbed her back.