Authors Note: Welcome to The Sapphire Queen.
This is a small Insight on who is higher in position, In case theirs any confusion. I played with the names of the three main characters.
*Count Vlad or Count Vladimir Dracula. Is the Creator of all Vampires and king of all kings. His kingdom is Bucharest. He rules all over the other Kingdoms and feared by everyone.
*King Vladimir Andrei Karatza. King of all Vampires. Second successor after Count Vlad's reign. His King of the Kingdom of Calarasi. He has authority over all the other Kingdoms around the continents.
-Valerius: Vladimir’s Older brother. Valerius is King of a different Kingdom, name not mentioned. He rules a different kingdom as his mate is the queen of a different kingdom.
-Victor: Vladimir’s younger brother. He lives with Vladimir in his kingdom.
-Elder Theodor: Vladimir’s grandfather, and part of the council.
-Vladimir’s parents: None Alive.
*Amilia Vlad. Princess of the Kingdom of Constanta. They are direct descendants of Count Vladimir Dracula or Count Vlad as known.
-Prince Caspian: Amilia’s brother and ruler of the Kingdom of Constanta. He hasn’t been named king as his father didn’t leave the position to him.
-Elder Cornelius: Amilia’s and Caspian’s grandfather. Helps Caspian rule and is part of the council.
-Octavius: Amilia’s and Caspian’s father was in slumber but is awake. He returns to his duties as King.
*Roman. King of the Kingdom of Karlava. He’s Vladimir’s and Caspian’s friend.
*Roxana: Queen of the Kingdom of the Middle East. She’s Amilia’s best friend.
-Sebastian: Roxana’s husband and king. He’s Vladimir’s best friend.
White... Red... Silence... That’s all I can hear... Blood, but whose blood? Someone, please, someone wake me up, I can’t, what’s all this? Where am I? It’s nighttime, the forest coated in snow, and it’s too cold. There’s a trail of blood right in front of me, but whose blood? Suddenly I hear a scream. Is someone asking for help? I run, trying to find the source. But it’s too dark for me to see someone who needs my help. Intro I wake up to a knocking at the door. I didn’t get enough sleep again. I’m feeling restless, and I’m sweating a lot. The dream I just had felt so vivid. As I laid back down, I started removing the strands of hair sticking in my forehead and looking at my room ceiling, which has some clouds and birds drawn on it. I hear the grandfather clock shows it’s eight in the morning. My room is quite a mess. Clothes are scattered everywhere, weapons on my vanity table, and blood. My dinner from last night that I didn’t have, I had forgotten again. The dreams have been
Red, redder... "I'm sorry," he whispered. I see blood all over the room and hear screams. Why am I feeling pain? Stop it, someone screamed. I run, but it seems I never got to where she was. Amilia POV Bang, bullseye! I'm the diamond of the kingdom, trained by assassins. They trained me at a young age, making me a dangerous woman, a dangerous princess. Mother taught me to be ruthless, bloodthirsty, and to fear nothing. I became the leader of the strongest army in the kingdoms after her death. No one knows why my mother made me trained with assassins, but training with them makes me feel relieved. My grandfather Elder Cornelius loathed me for being an assassin. He always said I should be a proper princess. But he knew there was nothing he could do but accept me the way I am. Bullseye! I've been training for the last three hours. I'm so stressed after that morning's conversation with my grandfather about the Ball. I have to run away. Not planning on going to that event, and especi
Blood Dagger I felt the pain that person was feeling, sharp stabbing pain in the chest. What’s this? Why can I feel it? I’m trembling, I’m Scared. “This is for you, mate,” someone whispered.
“Hi,” he whispered as he kissed my hand. She stands there, smiling at him. He was kissing her hand slowly. They knew they belong together. But
“Mate?” I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. Pain... That’s what I felt. Someone cried, begging him to stop. I saw her on the floor, tossing and turning in pain. “Please,” she whispered, “Stop, it hurts.” I wanted to see his face, but all I could see was darkness. Who was he?
“NOOO!” It hurts; please make it stop. Please... She was trying to breathe; she was dying. I could feel her suffocating. My throat hurt, burning sensation all over my skin. As I couldn’t stand anymore, I dropped to my knees, crying.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked. “I want your power,” he whispered, “Because I never loved you.” “Count!” he screamed. “Count bitch, let me hear you.” It’s dark, but I can hear him. I keep hearing his voice, but where is he? “Where are you, bastards?” I say, looking around the room.
“Why aren’t you screaming?” he says, slapping her across the face. “I told you to scream bitch!” he yelled. He was standing there, slapping her hard, every slap making me cringe, I wanted him to stop, but as I took a step forward, I fell into a dark hole it was full of liquid, sticky, with a foul stench, and red, it was blood.