Inara_Me

"You are not human, like us, are you?" The words left my mouth in whispers as my eyes glanced around eyeing the destruction caused by the two men. 

Two men who had effectively taken out Twenty guards. All heavily armed and trained. 

But now, not even one old get up. 

"What gave that away?" My companion, who I had feelings for, mocked. 

"Perhaps the strength we displayed caused her to see reality," in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me making me stumble back in fear. "Is that not true, Princess?" 

I looked to the man who was silent and ever watchful. "Why? Why were you not true?" I loved him, only him I let myself feel for. 

He glanced around and spotted Diwal, my trusted advisor. "No one is true in nature here," he pointed to my advisor, "Not even him." 

Unwanted tears came to my eyes as I glanced around me. I could die tonight and it would all be in their hands. 

"Don't worry, your highness, it's just the time for it to come to light." 

My advisor smiled and so did the other two men.

••••

A gentle yet cold bastard prince. 

The bulky, muscular King to be. 

And a Princess.

~ slow burn ~

The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate

Regardless of his promise, how did he know? It was not possible for anyone to know. I had not shared that. I always woke up before any of the maids came into this room. While I slept, I found it hard to believe that anyone was outside and that they were paying attention to what was going inside.

I never screamed, never made a noise when I woke up. So how was it possible that Tristan knew about the nightmares?

Worst scenarios came into my mind, and the cutlery dropped from my hands. They made a sound against the table that made me jump.

Pushing the chair away from the table, I kept the napkin on the table, beside my plate before standing up and moving to the door.

Fear grip. Every sense I had to make out any kind of logic from the situation. How did he know? How did he possibly know?

Just as I came in front of the door, my eyes caught the angry red spot on my neck in the reflection that the wood showed me.

A truth - II