Chapter 21
“Good Day, Your Majesty,” the Mistress greeted, bowing down really low.
I quickly joined her and bowed down too, realizing I’d not been doing this all along.
It’s actually the first time I was seeing both of them interact and it was like she was also a servant with the way he spoke to her.
“Make sure none of those people come anywhere near the fourth floor. Create barricades and station enough guards before everything starts, you hear me?”
“Yes your Majesty,” she replied, nodding deeply.
“You can go,” he waved her off.
“What about her? She’s supposed to join the servers?” She asked him, pointing in my direction.
I’d stayed a few feet behind her, trying to avoid any attention being drawn to me.
“I’ll send her to you later,” he replied absentmindedly. I have something she needs to do.”
She nodded deeply again and turned around.
She gave me an odd look like she was trying to figure me out for more than three awkward seconds before she took her leave.
Leaving me behind with Prince Lucien who was busy writing things on a book on his table.
The office was large, the theme dark and grey with three big windows that showed the outside world.
I didn’t notice it at first as I was watching the two of them talk but when I did, I couldn’t take my eyes off the view.
I’d not seen anything more than the walls outside my window for the last month or so. Even when cleaning their rooms, the thick curtains were always shut, and I didn’t dare open them because what if I mistakenly let in sunlight by any chance?
But now, watching the night sky complimented by the city before the palace with all the lights, I felt lighter, like I was home.
“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” He spoke out, bringing me back from the wonderful view I’d gotten lost in.
I nodded, noticing he was done and had rearranged his table.
I must have been lost for a while.
“Well, it’s why I love this part of my the Royal wing. Everyone else is scared of it; we’re ground-conscious, and anything up there is beyond our control. But for me, the largeness of it baffles me. The sky cannot be contained and it just helps to ground me because no matter how powerful I am or how much havoc I can wreck, I’m still a speck of dust in the universe. Bigger than other specs though,” he echoed, his voice soothing and masculine.
Even if I could talk, I wouldn’t know what to say to that, so I offered him a tight-lipped smile.
“Sit down,” he commanded me, the implication of his words shocking me.
The Mistress was made to stand, why’s he asking me to sit?
I didn’t argue, only pulling out the chair silently and sitting down, twiddling my thumbs nervously.
Then he passed me a white, plain sheet of paper with a pen. I took it and waited apprehensively for whatever question he wanted to ask me.
I just hoped he wasn’t about to ask me how I lost my wolf.
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Chapter 21
That memory is too painful to process, and I’ll go crazy if he actually asks me to write it down.
It’s so annoying that you can’t lie to a vampire as a werewolf. My own heartbeat would rat me out. They, on the other hand, are master deceivers.
“I have a secret I want to tell you Violence. Can you keep a secret?”
I took the pen and furiously corrected his use of my name before my brain realized who I was talking to. I didn’t even know where my attitude was coming from, at this rate, I was going to get in trouble soon.
I crossed over what if written over and over again till it was unreadable before writing a simple ‘yes.’
He was amused at what he saw when he took back the sheet, looking at me with those red swirls in his eyes.
“You don’t like being called Violence?” He asked me, laughing at this point.
I looked at my fingers, feeling stupid for thinking he hadn’t seen it before I crossed it off.
‘The man is a supernatural, Vi,’ I scolded myself as I’d found myself doing these past few days.
“I’m sorry,” I mouthed without any sound and he shook his head, amused.
“Well, now that I have physical evidence of you promising to keep my secret, I’m going to let you in on it. Don’t mess with my trust, it’s easily earned but
easily lost. You hear me?”
He was more serious now.
“I know you saw what happened to me and my brother the other day. My father told me he suspects you for being responsible for it but I assured him you’re not like that, so you owe me one because you would have still been rotting in that dungeon,” he told me.
But I frowned, didn’t he say he thought I was dead?
I couldn’t think further on that because he continued talking.
“What I want from you is your blood. Don’t worry, I’m not draining you dry, I’m not even going to take more than you can give, but it’s a test I’m running without my father’s knowledge, and I’m hoping it’ll help my brother. Can you do that for me?” He asked, passing me the paper.
“Do I have a choice?” I wrote for him, wondering why he was doing all of this.
He frowned as he read my words, sighing deeply.
“Look, this virus, it’s messed up, and usually, I’m down in that hell with him without being able to think or truly exist. It’s a long tunnel of pain, and every time you get tired of going through it, you kind of die, resurrect, and start again. But the thing is, I’ve never seen it happen to someone I love so me being on this other side now, I want to make a change. I need to find the cure for this thing, and the only difference in my routine for the past sixty years is you. What’s worse is that my father is trying to hand over the baton of leadership as the people are becoming restless and now he’s pushing for just me to take over since I somehow managed to beat the virus. I don’t want that, Reed has always wanted that throne, and it’ll mess us up if he woke up from the effects someday and sees I’d taken the crown while I was suffering. So yes, I know you have not had the best experiences, but I promise you that during the process, I’ll make sure you’re well fed, get adequate rest, and I’ll have the Mistress reduce your workload. Just say yes, you’re my property, that’s true but I’ll
feel better knowing you don’t want my brother to die.”
Too bad I kind of did, but I couldn’t tell him that. I would like to live a bit longer.
Instead, I nodded, accepting to become a blood servant to the prince to save his brother.
What on earth could go wrong?
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Chosen by the Vampire Twins
