He peered deep into her eyes. Those two orbs were so beautiful, so breathtaking, he… he wished he never stop staring. They were too pure, too innocent… those clean, glassy, pair of hazel eyes that were glaring murderously at him sent ripples through his dead heart.
He didn't know when he became a masochist, but if it was for her; he felt it was definitely worth it. Just this short encounter with her was giving him some feelings he never thought he had. Her scent, the scent of her blood, was driving him insane. He'd never thought there was someone out in this world who has such a scent.
And her lips, those little red lips that beckoned on him, were so inviting that he couldn't help….
Brittany didn't know why she felt this way, but she somehow like the feeling of being in his embrace. It was as if they had been acquitted to each other ages ago.
It all felt familiar, his embrace, his scent, his eyes. She couldn't put the pieces together, but she knew it. It...it was a nostalgic feeling.
She'd only wanted to slap some senses back into his head, and she didn't know why he held her so still, no matter how much she resisted.
His eyes, those sapphire blue eyes, cold and calm, that seemed like nothing could break through it, looked like it held hundreds of dark secrets that she could have never thought of.
She couldn't despise his cold aura anymore. She felt sympathy instead, and when he intertwined their fingers, her heart shuddered. He was doing things to her, even without him doing anything.
As she was lost in thoughts, she felt a pair of warm lips press against hers.
Her eyes circled, and she harshly pushed him away. "Stay away from me, you… you disgusting pervert!" she screamed, her face red to the neck, like a ripe pomegranate.
The masked figure stood still like he was in shock. He stared absently at her face for a moment.
When he snapped out of his reverie, he cleared his throat, his ears reddening, "I'm sorry, it…it wasn't intentional" he apologized, now avoiding her gaze.
"Yeah, it wasn't intentional, alright. It's not like you just go around kissing someone, just because you saved them!" Brittany snapped.
The masked teen frowned. "I don't!" He refuted resolutely and coldly. He doesn't go around kissing someone he saves, she… she is just different.
Brittany huffed and puffed but couldn't do anything to him. "Whatever, I'm going home. I'm afraid I'll lose anything else if I stay much longer. Who knows what can happen around a pervert like you?" she rolled her eyes and turned around to leave.
"You are not a bad fighter, you know?" she heard him say, and paused in her tracks.
"Not bad, ha!" without turning around, she scoffed and continue, "I killed over twenty in there" she bluffed, her chest puffed with pride.
His lips twitched, "If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have become monster's lunch besides I killed over sixty," he smirked, " which is not equivalent to what you killed, milady. "
Brittany felt he was mocking her, until she heard him continue, "You'll make a great queen one day" he added.
Brittany didn't understand what he meant but she was still upset with him, " Well, too bad, you wouldn't be there to watch it happen" she responded in a dry tone.
The masked figure watched as she walked over to her horse and rubbed its head, a crazy thought dropped in his mind, followed by a glow that flashed almost immediately across his eyes.
" What if…" he began, " What if I made you my queen? What if you just happen to be my queen one day?" the masked teen asked, he'd finished speaking before he realized what he just said. Stupefied as he was, he still secretly hoped for her answer.
Brittany's hand on the horse paused, she turned to him, her brows furrowed. She'd be lying if she said her heart didn't skip a beat when she heard what he him.
Here she was before someone she barely know, offering her to be his queen, how absurd, he must be insane.
Humph! As expected of a pervert, who does he think he is? She is one of the treasured princesses of Eldoria, even if she doesn't have the royal blood and doesn't know what she was. she was still a princess of this great kingdom, nevertheless, and she will not. Be disregarded. As the sheer 'queen' of Sir pervert here.
" What makes you think I'll want to be your queen?" she sneered in disapproval, climbing on her horse.
A air of regal suddenly surrounded her as she looked down at him, the breeze gently sweeping her hair made his breathe hitch.
Like something in her unraveled, the force in the air, lingering from her body, intestified and crackled with raw energy, as their gaze locked. But he instead, finds it impressive. He itched to also unleashed his prowess but now wasn't the time, not yet.
She looked like a goddess from his point of view, a breathtaking ethreal being that wasn't suppose to reign among mortals. He felt he was dreaming, this wasn't real, it isn't. He thought he was the only one who…
Her voice brought him back to reality, the enigmatic force that leaked from her body moments ago had vanished, like it was never there " Refrain from kissing innocent girls just because you saved them, you might meet your end one day… if you kissed the wrong person"
She whipped the reins of the horse and didn't even spare him a glance before riding off, her cloak flying with the wind like a cape.
The masked teen got agitated as he watched her leave. He didn't know why but something in him badly wanted to mark her, " You are mine, princess Brittany, I promise that" he heard himself growl, his eyes gleaming with determination.
It was a promise he'll fulfil no matter what, and it would start with him taking over that fucking kingdom.
" Rush!" he called.
A huge, sleek black stallion, with glowing red eyes, came out of nowhere galloping towards him. The masked teen leaped and landed on the horse, as they rode off in the opposite direction at an insane pace.
He might be the only vampire to ride a horse in the kingdom, why? simple, he was too lazy to run or leap.
Now he needs to attend to what he came here for.
… In Queen mother Irene's chamber…
" Odette, how is she doing?" Aaron asked as he held the Queen mother's hand.
Queen Odette smiled, she turned to him, " She will be fine, it was only shock. She will awake anytime soon" the witch Queen reply and the people heaved a sigh of relief.
" Father, what if she awakes and demand to see Queen Eunice again?" Dawn asks meekly.
King Aaron sighed wearily, today wasn't his day, " I… I don't know, my dear"
He raised his head, " Roland, Raymond, Richard, commence the search for your brides. Dora is engaged so there is no problem with her" King Aaron ordered, his deep voice brooking no room for objections.