Chapter 3
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The wedding chapel was filled with guests and attendees, humans and vampires alike, from all over the kingdom.
Although my status as a human was frowned upon, there was no reason to linger on being picky as another war was around the corner and a new king was needed. Therefore, I was welcomed into the chapel as any other female princess vampire marrying a prince.
I couldn’t say I was excited about the wedding. I did not love Prince Oliver. The marriage was purely of convenience.
But I still walked down the aisle with a smile on my face, a bouquet of white roses in my hand and a large belly where my baby was growing healthily.
Oliver was very handsome in his suit. His smile was almost genuine. I couldn’t help but blush.
For a second, I thought I could convince myself that he really did want to marry me out of love and not because he was power hungry.
I stopped in front of the altar – in front of Oliver – and brought my left hand up for him to kiss it. But right before he could, a long and loud howling caught our attention along with that of everyone in the chapel.
Everyone turned to the entrance of the chapel where three silhouettes had appeared. In the middle was Ambrose, standing next to his brothers, Sebastian and Roman.
“I thought you’d at least invite me… seeing as you’re marrying the mother of my child!” Ambrose shouted across the chapel. I became frightened when all eyes were on me.
Oliver held tightly to my hand.
“You were exiled. What makes you think you can freely walk back into this kingdom?” Oliver said, walking a few steps down the aisle.
“I’m back because the throne is mine,” Ambrose pointed a menacing finger at me, “That slut is carrying my child! You have no right to claim the throne!”
“You have no proof of that,” Oliver was as calm as ever. He was right. While there was no doubt that the child carried King Leon’s blood as the council could sense, there was no way of telling exactly which brother was the real father.
Ambrose laughed, “That doesn’t matter. I don’t want it anyway. I brought an army of wolves and vampires. I’ll kill everyone here, including you and the slut, and forcefully take the throne for myself!”
Oliver glanced back at me for a second to mouth, “Run.”
I wasted no time and dropped the bouquet.
I ran to the back entrance of the chapel right as a commotion was created when a horde of vampires and wolves ran into the chapel and started to attack everyone inside. I saw nothing but red before I ran out into the forest behind the chapel.
I don’t know how long I ran. I wasn’t long before I sprained my ankle by tripping on a root that was sticking out and I fell on my stomach. A sharp pain swam throughout my body and I looked down to see that the bottom of my dress was drenched in red.
I was going into stress induced labour. I had no choice but to stop running. I was enveloped by fear and pain; fear for my life and for my child. I couldn’t hold in the screams when the surging pain erupted. The path was rocky and uncomfortable. I had no one to help me, and after an excruciating thirty minutes, my beautiful baby girl was finally born.
She was premature but she looked very healthy.
I pressed my forehead against hers as she cried loudly. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be found.
“Your name will be Orelia. Don’t forget it,” I whispered merrily. I decided on that name the second she came out and I saw her hair was as golden as the sun. Her eyes were an emerald green, just like her father’s. There was no doubt that she was Ambrose’s.
I used my teeth to ripe the bottom of my dress. Despite the fabric being wet with my blood, I used it by wrapping it around my baby’s tiny body to keep her warm.
“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” I said as I stood up, only for me to realise there was someone standing behind me.
It was already too late. I could not react in time. I felt a sharp pain in my throat and looked down to see blood flowing from my neck on to my baby. There were three long nails protruding through my skin.
“Tracking you down was so easy. You reek of blood. Foul human blood,” I heard a familiar, emotionless voice say from behind me. I held tightly on to Orelia.
Ambrose rested his head on my shoulder and looked down at the baby. When he clicked his tongue, I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach.
“So, it is mine? Well, it doesn’t matter now. You’re dead and it’ll follow its mother shortly.”
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