The Kings Blood Calling

Eveln

Angelo's pov. 

It certainly gets a hell of a lot worse as I enter my father's study. The eyes that meet me are none other than King Darcy and his beloved daughter Princess Eveln along with my father. 

I nearly leave upon seeing just who is in this room only meaning they are further discussing my marriage proposal. My face heats in anger as I meet my father's stare head-on. 

"Angelo just the guy we were discussing," My father says standing and suggesting I join them with his hand. Of course, they were.

"No, I think not. We should discuss this in private I think." The attitude in my tone doesn't go unnoticed and I'm not inclined to give one damn for their thoughts. Father stares a bit longer at me than usual his eyes have a trace of malice. Before he addresses King Darcy.

"King Darcy please do excuse us we have a few matters to discuss at hand as my son stated." King Darcy stands along with his daughter and he gives her his arm. I can't take my glare from my father to even look at her as she and her father pass I know just like all other women her scent revolts me. I already know I don't like her. Her eyes linger on me as she leaves curios to who she is betrothed to I bet but I'm not in the least.

I shut the door not so gently my anger evident even when I take my seat. My eyes fume at my father as he acts casually as if this is all no big convenients to my life.

"Eveln is quite young I know son but she does have great qualities she has some beauty as well to stand by your side as a third wife." He forces a smile after his failed attempt to reason with me.

"I already have two wives one of which is my blood calling the other a royal pain in my arse. I have no need for more wives I already have a son. Marry her yourself since you like her so much." He tilts his head to the side in assessment of my disrespectful statement.

"Maybe I deserve that. I know you have been shuffled around under my command of late even made to marry two wives already within two months. I do understand. Do you really want to subject your mother to me having another wife? I may not look it but I am old way older than her and she and her father would find that disturbing I assure you or at least I would most definitely." The guilt in his words are strong he even shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

"Well...what of my wife I pain with her pain I hurt with her and the guilt is unbearable as well? If you won't then what's the reason I must marry her for?" He leans forward so he can speak lower.

"Do this for me Angelo for all the things I've done to ensure you become king and live a long life because my love as a father is that great for you, please just do it for me. You know your mother can't have any more children for me. We have tried and her pain has been great and her sorrows mine as well. I don't need more children you see she has already given me a son but I cannot bare to marry and consummate to another woman also giving her children knowing that's my wife biggest fear she'd rather die than live beside me not bareing me more children when another is." I grunt frustrated. 

I love my mother. I also owe my father for saving I and Annaroses lives but when does it stop? When will he stop pulling the strings to my life? It was also his fault I bit her and broke the law. When will my debts to him be paid? 

"We need this marriage to be consummated because King Darcy's queen just happens to be human and his one condition for all this is your marriage to Eveln. We can't afford to go to war with him he has many vampire allegiances within our kind. I know he will soon probably change his wife for he loves her above all else from rumors heard but we can still only bend slightly for the greater good. We are not in the clear yet. We can still be turned upon for your breaking of the law. We can only offer freedom of our kind and grant their inner wishes." He tells me with a solemn look in his eyes only sincerity in his words.

"Let's be clear of my thoughts. I will do this for my mother. This is the last time you approach me with any marriage proposals. I pay whatever debt I owe you in full the moment I marry her. Am I understood? No consummation of marriage I will never touch her." I say low with all my anger still evident.

He takes his time in response to my statements. He taps his fingers on the desk nervously putting me on edge with what he will revel in only moments. My eyebrows quirk in suspicion.

"About that. Her father has personally requested to be present and witness the consummation of his daughter." He speaks low nervousness evident as my eyes bulge in acknowledgment of what he just confirmed without saying.

"What a nasty basta*d!" I seethe this is against one of my conditions already. Because of a sick perverted father wanting to see his daughter's innocence taken I will be summoned to complete a consummation of a marriage I have no wish for. It makes me sick. 

I immediately know that's not all when his fingers thrum the desk again and his eyes start looking around to avoid me. I'm out of patients.

"What?" I fume quietly despite my facial expression.

"He has a few more conditions. Even I find him to be a nasty disgusting man but he knows we need him and is making demands I can't deny son." He says desperately.

"And what might those be?" I say through my clenched teeth and fist my hands in anticipation.

"There will be no other witnesses because his demands are to personally strip her naked for you prior to consummation but before your eyes and you present only. Then he requests that her hands and ankles be shackled to the bed with her on hands and knees where she can't move and for her to be gagged with a ball to muffle her cries and with a collar like a slave so you can take her while keeping her in this upright position. he even requests you should take her with all your strength." As he speaks his face pails even more than it already is as does mine.

"What kind of sick basta*d wants this kind of thing done to his daughter?" I rage with the knowledge I'm the one involved in these disgusting plans.

"I know. In a usual consummation, we take our wives in the stationary position we fathers also never witness our daughters consummation or would want to bare her naked before our eyes he is a sick man truly indeed. We have no choice and can't afford to anger him. At least in this position, you can distance yourself from her take your anger out for her father or whomever on her at that time, and if she gets impregnated on first time good if not you don't have to touch her ever again." I can't believe the words I'm hearing nor the time to process such insanity. He may be sick as well and I for letting them put me in such a predicament!

"Anything else?" I whisper for I know I'm anything but kind-hearted with him at the moment.

"He said he may make other demands of you and her on your consummation night but thought that would be enough for him." Does this king even deserve to live? We should just kill him that would make me feel a whole lot better than what he suggested of me! After this, I will truly be a monster! The real thing indeed.

I take my leave without another word. I don't even know how to defend myself or her in my situation. I only feel this is disgusting above anything I've ever heard.

I stand in the shadows and assess this so-called King Darcy. He looks like any normal man but I know differently. His daughter still graces his arm. I assess her as well for she is my soon-to-be wife in six months in counting. 

She is well-rounded but it's not too bad. She probably weighs as much as both my wives and she's shorter too. She has the biggest boobs in the room probably and I can't help noticing how her father from his height keeps looking down from time to time glancing at them. He truly is a dirty man. Because of her size, she has a really big bottom as well. Her waist curved in due to the corset she wears most likely. She's on the bashful and reserved side from my sights observation of her and she seems a bit uncomfortable being around so many she fidgets a lot when she bows slightly to others for of course they immediately look at her boobs they're just that huge.

I have no doubt her father chose her attire just for this purpose alone despite her uncomfortableness. He really is a despicable man the more I watch him the less I think his life is worth even living. I swear after all this and we're in the clear I will one day end such a man as him. I know after I will never touch her again and good thing she won't want me to either but I'd rather not touch her or ruin her at all.

Her hair comes just below her shoulders probably something else her father makes sure of so she doesn't cover any assets. It has multiple colors and shines. Her face is plump but not bad to look at like Katherine's and her eyes are hazel. She's probably the most attractive bigger girl I've ever seen but still, I'm not attracted to any women but my Annarose they will never make me feel the want I have for her. Our bonds too strong and I like it that way.

I can only feel sympathy for this girl for her near future for it will be shattered if she even knew the things I knew she'd run for the hills and rather be a cook. 

As my father and mother appear for the crowning of the council I make my way from the shadows. My wife immediately seeing me coming and taking my arm proud of her title and making sure all know it.

My face remains natural as always. We make our way to the front for viewing and next thing I know King Darcy the perv is leaving his daughter uncomfortably by my side as he goes up as the one who will crown my father king of council. I'll be damned. He can't have that much pull in our vampire community, can he? 

Looking over at Eveln she keeps her head down never daring to look up and she fidgets nervously. I know bigger girls feel insecure about their selves but she really shouldn't her weight really makes no difference to me and I will have to help her feel confident once we marry even though we won't be sharing a bed or having children. She should feel pretty in her own skin. 

I turn my attention back on my fathers crowning my mind too muddled to pay much attention. It all feels like a daze as he's cloaked staffed and given a scroll and then crowned as the king of council.

Then the same happens to my mother as tradition has it for she is his queen. The first queen of the council all before them we're never married only committed to rules and laws and enforcement of those said things.

My mother is cloaked staffed and given a scroll as well and then crowned at my father's side. She never smiles her face always remaining natural and I smile for that is how she has always been and no title even higher than the one she had previously will even change who she is.

At the end of the crowning, we don't stick around for the ceremony for I can't stand to be away from my Annarose I need to quickly get back. As we pass the main doors I'm handed a scroll from a guard with my father's sill of crest. I nod taking my leave and silently wondering the whole way home what he has in store for me tomorrow. 

I know he has intentions of taking action for our kind immediately and that is why they have crowned him king and went against the council in the first place.

Thinking of tomorrow my nerves only grate on edge.