"I regret to inform you that my name is not Ophelia," she said with a hint of apology in her voice. Emaline introduced herself to the child, gently extricating herself from the tight embrace. "I am an only child," she informed the young one. The child eagerly shook her head, even though she couldn't see her. "No! Ophelia!" she exclaimed, "it is you! You are my younger sibling!" The young girl muttered with a tinge of anger directed at her. Emaline was left in a state of bewilderment as she tried to comprehend the child's words. It was particularly perplexing for her, given that she was older than the child and had never experienced having a sibling. Her mother had been facing difficulties conceiving again, which only added to Emaline's confusion. Emaline gently touched the little girl's face. Emaline empathizes with the child's plight, recognizing the immense difficulty that comes with losing one's parents or family. Her heart aches for the child, and she finds solace in the notio
A week had passed since the events that transpired at the orphanage. Emaline continued to see Alaric. Emaline felt a newfound sense of liberation, despite the fact that her surroundings remained obscured from view. Emaline must be well-versed in the duties of a queen if she is to ascend to the throne. The man remained preoccupied with her, thus rendering any discussion about her eyes a distant possibility. Having just arrived from Britain, they set out to uncover and resolve the issues plaguing the land. She remains by the man's side throughout the day as he toils. Her body was weary, yet she paid no heed to the feats she had achieved through her association with the man. She breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed the man was actively seeking her input during their meeting. The man was unwavering in his focus, giving her his complete and undivided attention as she spoke. Emaline breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that the man before her truly regarded her as an equal, des
As Emaline drifted off to sleep, her mind was consumed with worry. Little did she know that the act of falling in love with Alaric would be the key to unlocking her vision. Once more, she succumbed to slumber, drifting off into a world of reverie and introspection. "Do you not desire my presence, my beloved?" Before, Emaline had been unable to discern the man's visage, but now it was strikingly distinct. In the depths of her slumber, his striking countenance materialized before her. The dilation of her pupils was evident, a physical manifestation of her heightened state of arousal. Her mind reeled as she was overcome with surprise. The man's striking appearance surprised Emaline. The woman had beheld him in her dreams, yet she had not anticipated his godly appearance. "I -I," Her voice was silenced, leaving her unable to utter a single word. Emaline lay on the bed, her gaze fixed on Alaric. For three days, they remained silent, as she was overwhelmed by the revelations she had unc
The countenance of the king was one of contentment, yet it was not to be misconstrued as a sign of clemency. The nobles who had recently returned from their search to locate the remains of Emaline's father were well aware that the slightest provocation could incite the King's wrath and that no one would be exempt from its consequences. The entire court was in a state of obeisance, with heads bowed and knees bent before the regal figure seated upon his throne. A smile graced his countenance, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the nobles until Horacio addressed him. Horacio approached the king with a sense of urgency, his voice low and respectful. "My liege, the nobles have returned from their mission," he announced, gently lifting the King's chin to meet his gaze. After spending a delightful evening with his beloved, he arrived at this place with a radiant smile on his face. Their conversation in the bedroom had left him feeling elated. At first, the woman appeared to be timid a
"Are you well, my friend?" asked Victor's companion. With a subtle inclination of his head, the man conveyed his agreement. He had been rendered unconscious for several weeks as a result of the heinous actions inflicted upon him and his family by the vampires. His body was riddled with numerous broken bones and injuries. Victor's jaw dropped in disbelief as the memory of what had happened flooded his mind. He vowed to seek retribution. He couldn't simply allow it to occur in such a manner and release it from his mind. The denizens of this locality had been his companions up until this moment. The man chose to withhold the whereabouts of his abode for this very reason. Before the arrival of the vampires who would soon attack them, he had already dispatched a message to his comrades via radio. He knows that this thing will happen even more, and he and his wife know that they have what they need. As he lay on the brink of death, his loyal companions came to his rescue and pulled him
"Are you kidding me? My parents would never do such a thing! All they yearned for was a life of tranquility and serenity!" Emaline and Alaric occupied the drawing room. The woman had been successfully treated, and the poison had been cleansed from her system. She fixed a piercing gaze upon Alaric, despite her inability to discern his physical presence, as he emitted a deep, audible exhalation. They stayed alone in the room, the only two souls permitted within its walls. No other person was granted entry. Agitation coursed through Emaline's veins. She persists in tugging at her locks. Relief washed over her as she beheld her father, alive and well. Alaric had imparted those words to her with the intention of alleviating any concerns she may have had about their well-being. However, she found the gentleman's current argument to be nothing short of absurd. "My dear," he said, "I am not insinuating their guilty. I must inform you that the veracity of this claim is potentially substantia
In an instant, Alaric's eyes fluttered open, rousing him from his slumber. An unwelcome visitor had trespassed into his domain. His lower jaw fell open in astonishment at the sight that greeted him. He rose to his feet with deliberate slowness and carefully repositioned Emaline on the bed. The woman was gradually becoming accustomed to the notion that her companion remained by her side, even when he was not slumbering. With a tender touch, he pressed his lips against her forehead before gracefully getting up from the bed. His senses were heightened, for he knew all too well that the rebels would stop at nothing to infiltrate the palace. Spies, he suspected, were already lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He strode along the perimeter of his grand palace, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a watchful gaze. The nocturnal habits of vampires are well known, and thus it is imperative to ensure the safety of the innocent nymphet in this abode. "I sha
“Oh' F*ck! F*ck!” "Alaric!" he shouted. He strode towards his beloved with unwavering determination, his mind resolute in its purpose. Without a moment's hesitation, he knew exactly what he must do. His mind was in such disarray that coherent thoughts eluded him. "Love," he pleaded desperately, "please hold on. Don't leave me now. His words flowed with a steady cadence, while Emaline's gaze drifted upwards towards the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts. A torrent of blood spewed forth from her lips. Alaric appeared to be endeavouring to revive the crimson fluid emanating from the left side of the woman's neck. "Please," he pleaded with a desperate tone, his heart racing with emotion, "my love! Wait a moment," Alaric pleaded, unable to bear witness to her distress. He had momentarily forgotten that he was a vampire, capable of achieving the seemingly unattainable. "Keep your eyes open! Keep your eyes open!" he yelled at the woman, determined not to let her lose consciousness. The k