Se connecter“You came here all by yourself?”, Marie asked visibly worried.
Isabella nodded, surprised by her sudden outburst, Marie sensing that she had scared Isabella, quickly took her hands and rubbed them in a bid to soothe her, “It is okay love, don’t worry too much. You should never walk alone here...”.
“Isabella!”, Cecily screamed if her tiny voice could be likened to that, “I was worried, I didn’t see...
Isabella turned to her, “Its okay, I’m fine see?”, She turned to Marie, “Now can I have that lovely breakfast you prepared?, I’m salivating just thinking about it".
Marie smiled broadly, “Of course, of course you can. I prepared...”.
“King Malcolm needs blood urgently!”, one of the male servants rushed in breathless, chest heaving as he wiped his forehead.
Isabella looked at the man who had rushed in, she turned to look at Marie who for some reason looked like she had seen a ghost. The man on noticing her presence in the room straightened up, “The king is having a fit, apparently he has been skipping meals...”
“Is he dying?”, Isabella could not hide the excitement in her voice, “Does he need blood?”.
“No he...”.
“Yes”, Cecily interrupted Marie, “He needs blood to survive. They all do". She twirled her fingers around her dress ignoring Marie’s glares, “They drink blood, it’s how they all survive”.
Marie sighed in frustration, she waved her hand, the servant moved to do as instructed.
Isabella sat rooted on the spot, all her appetite for the sumptuous breakfast she was about to have flew out the window, “I don’t get it, you drink blood?”.
“Bella...”
“Why am I here?, is that why my family was killed?, I’m I food to you?”
“No Bella...”.
“Oh my God!, oh my God!”, she shrieked in fear and dashed out of the room not looking back.
Isabella could not deny the fact that her conversation with Gwen rattled her. As the days had passed a small part of her had hoped he saw her in a different light.Overtime she had begun to feel things for him, when she wasn't focused on the fact that he had killed her parents she was beginning to see the little things about him that she found cute.She tried to wave them off but she felt bad. She didn’t want to attend any ball that would demean her not like she had a choice and she knew she couldn’t confront Alessandro. He made her feel so uneasy in so many ways and that left one option Aunt Marie.Which was why she was in kitchen playing with her food and looking for a comfortable outlet to share her fears with Marie. However Marie made it harder as she was walking about, ordering the servants in preparation for the evening.Isabella took a slice of pie and blurted out, “What does it mean to be a vampi
Gwendoline had made up her mind to confront Alessandro today, it had been a while since they had any meaningful conversation or spent time together. It seemed he was getting so engrossed in his duties not to leave out the frail human that had managed to take up all his time.When he wasn’t attending to one of her numerous needs, she was trailing behind him anywhere like a lap dog. Kieran sat across from him, while Isabella was at the far end of the room a book in her hand. She groaned in frustration, now she had two assholes to deal with".“Alessandro?”.“Gwendoline what do I owe this pleasure?”, he asked. She sighed his replies were now formal.“I need to talk to you Alessandro. It’s very important and I want to talk in private”.Kieran snorted
Isabella could not deny the fact that her conversation with Gwen rattled her. As the days had passed a small part of her had hoped he saw her in a different light.Overtime she had begun to feel things for him, when she wasn't focused on the fact that he had killed her parents she was beginning to see the little things about him that she found cute.She tried to wave them off but she felt bad. She didn’t want to attend any ball that would demean her not like she had a choice and she knew she couldn’t confront Alessandro. He made her feel so uneasy in so many ways and that left one option Aunt Marie.Which was why she was in kitchen playing with her food and looking for a comfortable outlet to share her fears with Marie. However Marie made it harder as she was walking about, ordering the servants in preparation for the evening.Isabella took a slice of pie and blurted out, “What does it mean to be a vampi
She had resumed eating in the kitchen with Marie and the other staffs. It was quite obvious she wasn’t a guest here but a prisoner so she decided to do well to stay in her limits.She flipped the pages of the book that Marie had lent her to read, she was bored of staying indoors all day alone by herself.Alessandro walked in with Cecily and another lady. Isabella’s eyes stared fixatedly on Alessandro he was nothing like the prim and proper prince that she knew. His dark long hair was let loose and it draped against his shoulders. He was in casual clothing, nothing like his usual royal regalia. He looked almost normal until he flashed his fangs.“It seems like you’re already adjusting to life here”, he remarked, “Well that’s good since you will be my escort to the ball of a lifetime, he came to sit besides her on the couch, she moved away
Gwendoline had made up her mind to confront Alessandro today, it had been a while since they had any meaningful conversation or spent time together. It seemed he was getting so engrossed in his duties not to leave out the frail human that had managed to take up all his time.When he wasn’t attending to one of her numerous needs, she was trailing behind him anywhere like a lap dog. Kieran sat across from him, while Isabella was at the far end of the room a book in her hand. She groaned in frustration, now she had two assholes to deal with".“Alessandro?”.“Gwendoline what do I owe this pleasure?”, he asked. She sighed his replies were now formal.“I need to talk to you Alessandro. It’s very important and I want to talk in private”.Kieran snorted and she rolled her eyes.“Gwen we are having a ball, Every vampire king will be here so I have...”“Really i should get a dress
Isabella sat in the dining room with King Alessandro and Kieran. After her and Alessandro’s conversation in the past week, things between them had been different, they had been able to come to a mutual understanding.She could never understand why there were wars and killings, she didn’t know why her father had killed the queen, thinking about it clearly she realised she didn’t know him well. She couldn’t justify Alessandro’s actions, many innocent lives were put on the line for him to achieve his revenge.However she fully understood the reason why he did what he did. She would have done the same if she was in his place. She hadn’t forgiven him but she knew plotting her escape was impossible. She had just two options, live this new life or as she hoped one day be whisked away from this life.Her breakfast of Cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate was placed before her. The king chose that moment to walk in, he quickly spotted