Third Person’s POV
Aurelia hit a knee, bowing before her King, hand pressed over her heart.
Seated at his “throne” of sorts in his office, two scantily clad women attending to his aching shoulders, another knelt before him, working his calf muscles. He had elbow rested upon the chairs arm, head rested upon his knuckles, and spoke a solitary word, uttered with obvious impatience: “Speak.”
And Aurelia did.
Of glowing eyes of ember; a bonded human who could control her master, a Royal Pureblood Vampire. She spoke of Zechariah’s betrayal, of the Crown Prince’s defeat—and it sounded so far-fetched, like that of a strange fairy tale made up by a child.
There was fear lacing her every word and with good reason. If the King so much as doubted her, she was as good as de
