** trigger warning this chapter contains a description of childhood physical abuse**
Aria
I try not to shrink away from him, he’s the Vampire King, what in the goddesses name, distracting myself by gulping down the full glass of champagne I’m holding in one go. I know this is hard and I want to keep him talking. I need to know everything. Searching his eyes I see the desperation there caused by my silence.
“How can you be their King when you’re so young?” His tension eases a little at my question. “Because the old King was my father, I’m his heir so I was raised to be their King”
Wracking my brains I try to remember everything I know about the old King, the final battle, it’s not something that gets talked about often. I do know it’s the reason my mother is so old and why the slumbe
