*Belinda*
"How could you!?" Belinda smacked him hard in the chest again, making her hand hurt from the rings pinching her skin each time she swung. But she couldn't stop herself. She had to do something to relieve the frustrated anger dwelling inside her and making her eyes glisten with tears.
"You can't be serious!" Belinda choked, balling her hand into a fist so tightly her fingernails cut into her palm. " You are just letting them run off- with my son. OUR SON!"
She beat her fist into his chest again, this time producing a slight grunt from the otherwise silent man. A sound that gave her satisfaction, but not quite, clearly not doing enough damage to feel better. She wanted to do more, anything to ease the anger burning through.
"Have I not been a good wife, to you, Alexander?" Belinda snapped, her grey eyes glaring into his blue. "Have I not shown years of devotion to you? Hasn't that earned me something?" Belinda swallowed as a rush to cry came over again, but she refused, only meeting his gaze again, finding them still just as blue and beautiful as the day she fell in love with him. Love that, right now, she couldn't help but resent.
"Why couldn't you just do as I say?" Belinda let a single tear break free, crawling down her cheek, displacing the powdered perfection of her makeup.
"All you had to do was just say no. That they can't. That's all…."She moved to strike him once more. But the blow was weak, her fist caving into itself as she could no longer hold that anger, falling to just rest against his chest, breathing hard, trying to catch herself from the outburst.
"Alexander…" Why did you have to pick her over me, again?
"Love," Alexander finally broke his silence, gliding his large hand up to cup her fist on his chest, holding it there, and for a moment, letting Belinda relax, taking comfort in the touch.
But the moment wasn't meant to last long, as her anger had subsided, another was just now flaring up.
"This is an insult!" Mykhol interrupted, snapping his fangs, as he finally seemed to register what just happened. He then stomped his feet, before baring his fangs again, shifting a persecuting gaze up to Alexander.
"You dare to scandalize my cousin!?" He roared, throwing a hand back to the castle. "She is twelve! You can't have her running around with the prince like this. " Mykhol boomed, his blood eyes blazing with fury, before pointing a finger to snap.
"Control your child!"
"My child?!" At this, Belinda was up, her hand pulling away from Alexander to whip around to face him.
"You dare blame my child!?" Belinda could not keep down her voice, not at the sheer audacity of it. "My son has done nothing!" Belinda defended hotly, feeling the rush of anger rolling back up to rest against her pumping heart.
"It's you who has the problem!" Belinda threw a finger back at him. "Control your cousin!"
"Your majesty, I wasn't…"Mykhol bulked back in surprise but bowed his head to her as if to show he did not want to fight. Not with her, at least, but he couldn't seem to resist giving her husband a new glare as he started again, a bit calmer, but frustration was in the outer edges of his tone.
"Fine." Mykhol huffed heavily. "But… sleeping together?" Mykhol shook his head incredulously, shifting his golden earrings to lightly clink together as he did before he stopped to lift a hand back to the castle. "You permit that?"
"Why wouldn't I, Lord Mykhol?" Alexander returned, a slight smile shifting up his lips, almost amused at him, but not quite. "Can't two siblings share a room?"
"That no, but…"Mykhol flinched as his eyes ran back to Belinda, struggling to find a good reason, before looking down. "It's just…with their ages…" But his voice trailed off as if he could see he didn't have much of an argument.
"It's…not decorum," Mykhol answered at last, seeing that the only ground he could stand on.
"Decorum, is it?" Alexander only scuffed, his blue eyes remaining on the vampire, "that's the problem?"
"Yes," Mykhol answered, slowly pulling his hands into a fist by his side. "Decorum." He went again clenching his jaw to click his fangs. "This is…not how it is done in Nochten."
"Good thing we aren't in Nochten then." Alexander mused, laughter at the edge of his voice as he continued to stare after the vampire. "So we shouldn't have a problem, will it, Lord Mykhol."
"No…we…" Mykhol shifted his lower jaw, before hissing out a low breath. "No." He repeated. "We won't."
"Glad we agree, then.." Alexander smiled with pleasure before noting the stars again."But my, as much as I'd love to stay and chat with you, Lord Mykhol." Alexander mused lowering his gaze back down slowly. "it does grow late, now. How about you, my dove?" He turned to take up her hand, before lifting them to his lips.
"Had enough excitement for the evening?" He pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Shall we also go to bed?"
"I…yes," Belinda found herself unable to resist his gaze, his touch subsiding her wrath for now, with him at least. But there was still one other she had yet to contend with.
"Julia," Belinda snapped and didn't need to say more, to have the old woman come over.
"My lady," Julia began as if she already knew what it meant and moved to her side. "I will have the rooms ready within the hour." She answered the silent question.
"Little good that does us, now." Belinda retorted, feeling the darkness rise."I'm extremely disappointed in you. How long does it take to get some rooms ready?" Belinda narrowed her eyes at the old woman. "What were you doing, Julia!?"
"I apologize, My Lady."Julia bowed her head.
"I'll see you don't eat for the next three days." Belinda moved to take Alexanders arm. "Maybe then you'll remember who you work for."
Julia only bowed again solemnly, not fighting back.
"You're being harsh, my love," Alexander stated softly, having Belinda stiffened in his arm. "Julia is an old woman. She's been with you since we've married-"
"She's been with me even before that, Husband." Belinda cut over, reminding him, and feeling that anger curling at the end of her words, narrowing her eyes back on the woman, again finding a source to put her blame on at the moment. "So she should know what to expect."
'And I will not have such a failure repeated.' Belinda shot the message back at the old woman to see her nod again in understanding.
"Yes, Love," Alexander conceded softly, "but isn't that a touch unfair? I mean this was a complete surprise. None of us were prepared." He went on. "Not even you had rooms ready."
"Rooms?" Belinda twitched at the subtle jab, turning her eyes back to find that easy smile of his widen a little.
"Alexander," Belinda leaned in to whisper hotly into his ear, "if you think this is over, it is not." And Belinda straightened her face as she looked ahead to the castle. "I will not forget this."
"Do you ever, my dove?" Alexander only laughed softly, a museful smile growing on his face, before stopping as if just remembering. "Oh, yes, that's what I was forgetting, it almost slipped my mind."
Alexander then turned his head to look over his shoulder, finding the still-standing vampires.
"We didn't properly greet each other back there in the room, did we?" Alexander seemed to brighten a bit more as he went on. "Welcome back, Lord Mykhol." And he stilled his smile, watching after the vampire. "It's…nice to see you again. "
"Your…Majesties," Mykhol returned, curtly bowing his head, shifting that red hair to fall over his eyes, but not before Belinda could see them flicker back up. Anger and something bitter swirling inside the red orbs as he clenched his fists tighter.
*Naska*
Well, that was fucking stupid. Naska scratched behind her ear, before shifting from behind Mykhol to watch the two humans go back to the castle.
Who cares if they share a bed? Naska shook her head, not sure what the problem was. Was this some kind of Noble thing, or something?
Must be. Naska decided and went to yawn, feeling somewhat tired now.
"It'd be great if we had some coffee right now," And not damn tea. Naska noted, watching both the king and queen climb the last steps and head in, before growing bored again.
"Don't you think so, my lord?" Naska was saying, when she looked over only now, to notice Mykhol slightly shaking as he stood on the spot, hands clenched at his side.
"My Lord?" Naska asked, curiously moving to touch his hand. "Lord Mykhol are you-"
"Come on!" Mykhol suddenly snapped, stealing her wrist into a tight vice before yanking her forward to march back to the castle.
"My Lord- ow!" Naska winced as his claws dug into her skin. "My lord, please, your claws they are-" But Mykhol wasn't listening as he made to walk even faster.
"You...never smiled like that for me…."
"My Lord?" Naska blinked up at him, but she couldn't listen, not when he only yanked her harder, determined to climb the stairs, multiple steps at a time, making her almost trip over her plain gown as he pressed faster.
"You never….but you smile at him…?" Mykhol mumbled again, talking to himself as the French doors opened, and slammed closed behind them before they were rushing down the hall. "...but to him…to that human?"
"My lord- ah!" Naska was still struggling to get her footing before she found herself being thrown, falling onto the couch before she could even think to sit up to find it was the garden room again.
"Why are we-" Naska started but the words never got out of her mouth as Mykhol was moving again, dragging one of the couches to press against the closed door to seal them in.
"My lord, what are you doing?" Naska blinked, half getting up, looking over at the door, confused. "Why are you blocking the door?"
"Take off your clothes," Mykhol ordered darkly.
"Take off my?" But before Naska could even comprehend the command, Mykhol was back to her, slamming her back into the couch before he started to climb on top of her.
"My lord-mphf!" Naska whimpered as his lips smashed into hers, prying her lips apart with his tongue, before pulling back to nip and cutting into her lips, drawing blood to fill both their mouths.
"My lord," Naska breathed out shakily, as the pain and pleasure mixed in a blind moment before she let out another moan when his tongue lapped up the blood smearing over both their mouths in a hungered daze.
"I thought…" you said you no longer wanted this anymore, but Naska couldn't even finish as Mykhol was pulling back to push up her skirt and slide in between her legs.
"Let me take you." Mykhol breathed between his fangs, letting his blood-red eyes burn into her the lust clear on his face as his chest heaved with each breath.
He wants me. Naska could almost moan out from the thought of it, the need so clear, and at the same time, reassuring her of something else.
"Lord Mykhol," Naska called before feeling him move, pressing that bulge against her, hot and demanding. And she welcomed it, dropping her legs wider to allow him through.
"I-i love you, Lord Mykhol." Naska cried out again as he wasted no more time, freeing himself to dig right into her, all the way.
"Ah!" Naska moaned and widened her legs, leaning up to wrap her arms around and nibble on his neck just how he liked.
"Mmn," Mykhol moaned at that, making her smile, but quickly fading as he began to move, making her moan out as she dug her hands into his back.
"Fill me…fill me with your seed." Naska gasped out, riding the sensation of him. "Fill me with another child." She cried again, meaning it, nothing would make her happier.
I want to have all your babies. Naska whimpered as he moved. No, I want everything. I want only you. So please… don't say you will..that you…
"Don't…" Don't marry her. Naska could feel herself building up now, almost at the point, and she moved to dig her claws through his gown, holding him tighter.
Mykhol, meanwhile, hissed and only pumped faster, seeming to have an endless amount of energy, roughly mumbling something, Naska couldn't quite hear under his breath, repeating it and again. A name, maybe? Was it hers?
"My lord-" Naska reached back to cup his face, wanting to see the same love she had in hers there. But Mykhol shook her off, clamping his lids tightly together, before a quick flick of annoyance his features making him reel back his lip and sneer.
"Stop talking," Mykhol growled before pulling Naska up sharply by the arm, to flip her over to her stomach.
"My lord-" But her cry cut short as Naska's face was shoved deep into the cushions. The pillows made it almost impossible to breathe let alone speak before she felt him move faster.
My lord…My Mykhol, Naska could only hold on to the sides of the couch, drowning in pain and pleasure as Mykhol went on relentlessly. Pumping harder and faster like he was frustrated by something or someone. And Again, starting to mumble, between his sounds of pleasure. Repeating that same name again and again under his breath.