| | The sun brightened the room with gentle notions that the day had begun. Angelica, found herself purple and blue hues adjusting to the beautiful morning glow. She sat up in her bed. She felt well rested, her bed much more comfortable than anything she had ever remembered sleeping on before. Of course, this had been much different compared to home.. As her eyes had adjusted to the bright sunlight, she had come to see her room in the beauty of the sun. Stunned was the only word to explain how she had felt. It had been far more beautiful in the day compared to the night, the only light to show it had been the flames of candles before. Everything around her had been her favorite color, Pink. Pink and whites and off whites to show the flow and delicacy of her favorite color had made her eyes brighten. Every marking and indentation had been carefully thought and put into place with her in mind. It had made her feel like a small doll in her own palace that young girls like herself would have loved when she was young. Slipping out from the comforter and it’s soft sheets, she had placed her feet onto the ground and gazed went around her room, looking at every thing that had caught her eye. But just as she began to look at as much as her eyes could catch, one thing caught her eye. It was a grand mirror, one far larger than anyone she had seen before. As she made her way over to it, she watched herself in it’s reflection. She could see her entire body.. how strange.. There was jewels encrusted in the mirror, sparkling in the warmth of the sun.. She felt that this mirror could not have been hers, as it had been to grand even for her, a once princess, now turned Queen. The Queen of Edonia had gazed upon herself, her fingers delicately touching her lips. Her hair had been slightly messy from her sleep, but her gown matched the rest of the room, that cheeky man.. This mirror had made her feel a tad more beautiful, as she truly never really wanted to see what she had looked like in the morrow, fearful that she may look hideous, and yet.. Her Lord had truly gone to great lengths to make this room for her.. he had shown to her before that he had truly not been the demon he had been made out to be, but this was.. only for her. Could it be possible that he did in fact care, and not only care, but possibly have feelings towards her in return? Did he truly care for his wife..? She could recall at her fifteen years of age, when her beloved brother, Lucien, told her he had arranged for a marriage between herself and The “Vorkalth Le Malveillant”. She had been devastated, she had cried, begged, even pleaded with her brother to reconsider, but it was only then did he remind her of her duties to their kingdom. That had been fighting a losing war then, and this way, with the help of the dark ones, they could win.. She had no choice. Now she had been residing in a castle that has been steadily growing in a distant land that her now husband conquered and claimed his own. It had only been a couple of years since that war had been won.. Her husband and lord, Vorkalth had been seeking her acceptance since then. He never touched her without her permission, despite their vows.. Things had been strange for them ever since the war. He knew that she had fallen in love with a man, a servant, that she used to only see within the blanket of the night. She also knew that he knew of this, and although she never knew his name, he had only treated her with kindness, even entertaining her wishes for adventure and acknowledging her every dream.. The war, once it was over though, it had been revealed that it was in fact he.. Vorkalth, that had come to see her in the blanket of the night. It was against the rules, and he broke them anyway for a chance to get to know a young princess that had caught his eye.. Now their conversations remained only answers to when he would speak, as she no longer knew how to speak with him.. Perhaps, this life with the most violent vampire known to history was not as it seemed.. Maybe she would know great happiness after all.. | |
