Meryl forced to keep her heartbeat normal again as they neared. They walked for quite a while, the palace was enormous; unlike anything she'd ever seen. This was her first time being in a real palace so she had no others to compare it to.
The halls were like a never ending tunnels. The long walls were line up with paintings, creepy paintings if you asked her. The darkness and cold made fear creep under her skin.
She was not sure how palaces were supposed to make her feel made this precise one gave her a gothic feeling.
It scared her like everything about this situation should. But the time to be a scared little cat was not now. She needed to put up a calm and collected front.
The fact that she was not chained an being tortured in a dark cave meant something..?
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He did not have a clue as to how he was supposed to tell a woman who had spent all her living days as a normal person she was half vampire and that she was needed as a key element in the king of vampire's reclamation.
It had been different over the centuries. It was either they were half breeds who had awoken that part of them or those who had not but had an idea about who they were. It was easier with them and sometimes those that did not want to take the bait were given time to adjust. Being drained of blood to the point of death wasn't that catchy, not even for vampires it seems.
This one though was totally clueless, and unfortunately they didn't have enough time on their had to spare, no time to usher her smoothly into the truth and allow her to embrace it now that they had only three sennights for everything to play out.
No one knew the urgency of the situation except for him and the king and Belial was not in a mood of enlightenment. He has been monstering out more lately and losing himself the more the time neared.
So it had to be him, he had to be the one to usher her into the truth.
He first crossed paths with her at the front of a local museum, it was a brief meeting, very brief but he was instantly drawn to her, something about her prickled his interest. His half breed detecting pendant though did not work on her, so he decided to get close to take a sniff of the smell of her blood which she called him out on being an ass.
But he had gotten what he needed, she did not smell human.
So he later got his witches and warlocks to work on her and his intuition was justified, she was a half breed: But she was cloaked by a medieval and tricky spell. No doubt by one of those ancient embodiment of disaster: the witches who were not open to evolution.
He became more intrigued with her as he started following her from a distance followed. Her parents were both human so no doubt she was adopted, the strangest thing though was how they swore heaven to earth about being her biological parents. Not even his compulsion could make them admit otherwise; which only meant one thing, they were compelled to believe it.
The million dollar question though was, why anyone would go through that lent to hide her. And at an era where half breeds were being embraced in the vampire society. Why leave her with human parents while they could live together amongst vampires. Not unless they knew about the prophecy and they wanted to avoid it.
He run in his vampiric speed through the woods, the wind of the trees blowing into his shoulder length hair. Hoping to come up with a plausible way to drop everything on her, she deserved that at least.
Rangard opened the door to the dining hall and ushered her in with and nod they arrived.
The man stood by the large window to the far end of the room in a dashing Unbuttoned wood and cashmere overcoat with a raised neck. It fits him perfectly well bringing out the outline of his masculine back.
Rangard cleared his throat to announce their presence and the man's attention was automatically drawn away from the window.
She was distracted for a moment by the beauty of the man in front of her. Her eyes moved involuntarily over his body. If she found his back fascinating then the sight of his front view left her in a trance. Never in her life has she come across a beauty comparable to his.
She had to admit she had thought a couple of times that the people of this country were made of different substance. They possessed sophisticating auras, something she never felt when she was around humans. The only downside was that they look too serious and always wore a frown on their faces. That though, only highlighted the outline of his sculpted chin bone and piercing jawline. God he looked flawless.
Unti he started to walk towards where she stood, his steps ticking away by the clicking sound of his shoes that echoed inside the vast room. Wait, that sound, she noticed it, that echoing distance sound of shoes, she has heard it somewhere before. Her mind started working the hypothesis as she slowly fell out of the trance she had been enjoying seconds ago and her eyes left his face almost immediately and flew to his shoes. It was similar to those crazy expensive shoes she can never forget. Was it him? The man who tore someone's head with his bare hands was the Prince?
She opened her mouth to say something but no word came out. What crazy place was this? She had anticipated a level of horridness from this place but to what degree how much level of madness could her body take, it seemed very little, because the next moment she was free falling, and the man at the far end of the room with a growing frown on his face was beside her in a lightening speed holding on to her before she could fall to the ground.
How is that even possible. She heard faint voices at the background before she gave in to the darkness.