Finding His Beloved

Duke Mortus

The cobbled stones hit the carriage’s wooden wheels firmly. Black stallions reared their ugly heads as my coachman whipped them to hurry down the winding path. The road to the castle was filled with rough terrains. The previous King, Drago, did not care to maintain the roads to his castle because he did not want an audience at all. He was a bloody tyrant. My family hated him and everyone else in the parliament. They craved to rule the entire nation with an iron fist, take what they wanted, take on female vampires as concubines until he found his fresh new rose he saw in the Moon Kingdom some twenty-odd years ago.

Princess Sabrina was just a babe, lying in a crib, but when he looked into her eyes, he already knew he had to have her. It would strengthen both kingdoms, but not only that, the aura of this precious baby calmed his demon inside. No longer thirsting for blood and concubines, he calmed his ways just enough for the kingdom to thrive for twenty