Oop, look at Mykhol staring after Ana. I wonder who she'll meet (haha, I already know! * because I write these things, you see, but I think you've caught on to that bit.* But stay tuned)
Chapter # Lovebirds*Johan*Johan stood upright as they waited for the impending arrival. He was calm and ready, as always. But the same could not be said for the vampire.The boy looked nervous, as he wouldn’t sit still. Pendwick seemed fixated on fixing or fussing over something. He fiddled with his sleeves, then his shoes, and now his hair. But no sooner was he done with one task than he was on to the next. “Sir Pendwick,” Johan went to calm the boy. Pendwick stopped to put his hands in his lap.“Sorry,” Pendwick went with a slight pink to his cheeks. “I- I’m just so nervous.” I can see that. But Johan didn’t say it aloud. The boy seemed to have a natural temperament of nervousness, but it wasn’t too severe. And over time, the boy would grow out of it. But for now, the boy needed steady reassurance.“Don’t be.” Johan went instead. “As long as you stick to the script, everything will go according to plan.”“Ah, yes, right.” Pendwick nodded a little too eagerly. “Yes, I’ll stick to
*Bruno*Bruno tried to shrink himself as much as possible on the couch, not because he was afraid but because of who he was with. His mama may have been there, but it didn’t mean Lady Funda couldn’t anyway, right?No, it didn’t change anything. Bruno knew. And he wasn’t going to retake another chance. It wasn’t worth it. His leg still hurt from the last kick. “Bruno,” Naska, sitting beside him, took his hand. “Stop fidgeting.” “But—” But his mother was already looking at Mykhol. Her eyes were doing that thing again, turning soft and dreamy whenever she was in his presence. It was clear she would not listen. Mama, Bruno groaned inwardly. It looked like she was going to be no help. So Bruno would have to protect himself yet again. But he may do better this time.Bruno hoped so anyway because it was only a matter of time. Lady Funda was on the move again. The woman never sat still, and she certainly wasn’t today. “Of all the people he could have chosen,” Lady Funda walked past the co
*Ana* “You’ll be happy in Nochten, Princess Anastasia.” The nursemaid repeats, but I’m too young to understand. She’s crying. Big chubby tears strip down her wrinkled face. But she smiles down at me. “You will be back with your kind.” My kind? I shiver as a cold wind throws back my loose hair. It’s silver- a hair color I haven’t seen anyone else have. Father once called it special—proof of the love between himself and my deceased mother. Ahead, the horse's nicker. They must be cold too. I realize it’s too cold to be out, beast or man. Snow will soon fall. I can feel it in the air. It will be the first of this year in the Kingdom of Dawny. I don’t like this anymore. I decide. I want to go back inside where it’s warm- to go back to Papa. “I don’t wanna go,” I look up. “Please, I’ll be good for Stepmother, ” My nose begins to run with a thin snot. I lick it away for more to drip down. I pull on my nursemaid’s arm. “Please, I swear-” But I grow afraid when she pulls us clo
Three years later... *Aunt Funda* “Are you sure you want this… position? Aunt Funda found the human off-putting. She was stubbornly resisting attempts to back down. What human willingly wants to work with vampires? Aunt Funda couldn't fathom. It was unheard of. But the human persisted. "I still want the position." The mature woman with strips of grey strips of hair cut above her shoulders repeated. When would the human stop? Aunt Funda inwardly groaned. She doesn’t seem phased by anything I’ve told her. Aunt Funda reeled. The human didn’t bat an eye even when she told her her niece was mixed. Is she right in the head? Perhaps a few screws were loose on the inside? Aunt Funda had to assume so. "But you do know the Empress's temperament? She's not a sweet child. You'll deal with a girl who never smiles and talks even less. Surely you'll want a master more lively and gentle?" Or Human. Aunt Fund thought, looking over the maid who had introduced herself as Madeline Bustlie
*Ana* She talks a lot. This is the first thing I notice about my new human maid. She seems to have something to say about just everything. Like now, she finds something to talk about. “You have quite the routine for someone so young,” Maddie braids my hair. It’s a strange feeling. I only nod to her, not sure what to add. I’ve never had someone this talkative- not with me. Especially when they seemed to want me to talk back. I’m not used to someone being interested in me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I like it or not. I do find that I like to hear the woman speak. Her voice is warm- though she speaks informally with me. That’s a big change compared to everyone else. Even my Aunt and Uncle only talk to me when necessary. I can’t remember when someone just came to talk to me. For fun and not as Empress. Yet here, she does so naturally. I look up at the maid. It feels nice. “What are you starting on now, Maddie?” I shudder as a chill runs up my spine. It’s b
*Ana* “Have you ever considered taking a pen pal, Ana?” Maddie uses my nickname to grab my attention. We are walking through the rose garden. It’s the garden of the late Empress Pasul, my mother. It’s the only remains of her reign. Everything else was destroyed, as is the custom in Nochten to purge anything of the dead. Maybe it’s because of that superstition that no one visits this place. It stays deserted save for when I come. I guess no one else finds the roses pretty. Well, except for Maddie. She seems to like them as much as I do. “Penpal?” I repeat. Maddie is holding up a rose to investigate. She acts like she doesn’t hear me. What are you going on about now? I am curious. It’s grown into a month now since Maddie joined me. But it doesn’t feel like much time has passed. Everything seems fresh and serene- and Maddie is still odd. She never seems to run out of questions. Maddie always has something for me. If she isn’t talking, she has questions. And they are strange on
*King Alexander* (Bold Italics means it’s in a letter) “To his majesty, King of Dawny, Alexander Brokenoff, Before I begin, I would first like to apologize. I am guilty of not fulfilling the duties that would be owed to you. I have gone years without writing and see it as inexcusable. But I have matured enough to understand that I am at fault. I seek your forgiveness and hope that we can move forward from this. This will mark a new beginning between us as we rekindle our family relations. And with it, we renew a line of communication that is frequent. And secondly, I, Anastasia Brokenoff, Empress of Nochten, would like to impose a request. Will it be possible for me to meet my half-brother, Prince Nicoli, as his sister? I understand this is abrupt, as this comes after years of silence. Again, that is my fault and it may seem impertinent to ask. Your reluctance is not uncalled for. However, if this can be seen as a form of penance, I wish to correct my wrongs and earn your forgi
*Aunt Funda* Aunt Funda could feel all the blood drain from her cheeks as the initial shock transmitted to outright dread. What is the meaning of this? Her mind raced as her eyes again read over the envelope. Somewhere, she hoped that it was her mistake. A trick of the light or her eyes had turned sour. Anything would be satisfying if it were to help say she had been mistaken. As long as it wasn’t this. Surely this can not be. Aunt Funda refused to believe. It wasn’t real. She was convinced it wasn’t. But try as she may to pretend it wasn’t there, the letter remained the same. It was undeniable. The letter was stamped from the kingdom of Dawny and addressed by the very King Alexander himself. It even bore his royal stamp- a blue wax declared it an official letter from the foreign kingdom. And it was addressed to none other than her niece. "This has to be some joke." Aunt Funda growled, still resisting what she held in her hands and cursing under her breath. She wanted to rip i