CHAPTER 6. MEETING MY WIFE!!
In a sunlit bedroom, soft rays illuminate a handsome man with black hair peacefully asleep.
The room is adorned with warm hues, casting a tranquil ambiance as he rests, undisturbed by the world outside.
As he awakens, his dark red eyes gleam with a unique and captivating intensity, adding an intriguing mystique to his presence in the morning light.
Pov
As the dawn's light gently kissed the room, I stirred from my slumber.The golden hues filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow. The room, adorned with tapestries, retained its regal charm. A faint aroma of morning dew lingered in the air.
Stretching, I rose from the bed, the soft linens embracing the memory of a peaceful rest. The wariness from the previous day seemed to have eased, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The castle, in its quiet elegance, awaited the day's unfolding events.
After a refreshing bath, I marveled at the fact that, despite the time spent without one, I didn't carry any lingering scent. With that observation in mind, I dressed in a crisp white shirt paired with a black coat and pants, the contrast lending an air of formality.
Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I took in the sight of long black hair and a pair of striking dark red eyes. With my coat presented an image of quiet elegance. I couldn't help but acknowledge the handsome figure before me, a blend of regality and a hint of mystery.
After sometime
I press the bell
The subtle press of the bell sent a melodic tone through the room, its sound carrying a delicate resonance. Soon after, a maid entered, her footsteps a hushed cadence on the polished floor. The ambiance retained a sense of quiet refinement as she responded to the summons, prepared to attend to any needs with a poised and attentive presence.
"Good morning, Your Highness," the maid greeted with a respectful tone. Her inquiry about my needs held a sincerity that reflected the attentive service within the castle. As I considered her offer, the morning unfolded with a promise of possibilities.
"Good morning, Your Highness. Do you need anything?" the maid inquired with a polite demeanor.
"Yes, actually. Can you tell me where I can find my wife, Ava Ariston?" I asked, a curiosity tinged with the desire to reunite in the air.
"Right now, Lady Ava is in her office," the maid informed me. The prospect of finding my wife in her office sparked a sense of anticipation.
Can you led the way
"Certainly, Your Highness," the maid responded with a nod. With a calm and assured demeanor, she led the way through the castle's corridors. The echo of our footsteps accompanied the journey, each turn and passage guided by the maid's familiarity with the layout. As we approached Lady Ava's office, the anticipation of the impending reunion filled the air.
As I enteredb Ava's office, the sight was a bit chaotic. Papers were scattered here and there on the table, giving the room an air of busyness. The disarray, though, held a charm of its own, revealing a space where ideas and work flowed freely.
Then I said "Good morning, Ava. Since I wasn't able to introduce myself before, allow me to do so now. My name is Lucus Ariston Cromwell," I greeted, extending a polite introduction in the midst of the paper-clad office.
As Ava spoke, her beautiful blue eyes conveyed a mix of sincerity and warmth. White, long, straight hair framed her face, adding an air of elegance. She was adorned in a lovely dress that complemented her features, and the combination of her appearance and the bustling office created a unique and charming atmosphere.
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After some time
Seated on the sofa, I turned the conversation towards the pressing matters. "How's the condition of the war?" I inquired, seeking Ava's insight on the ongoing conflict that weighed on the kingdom. The room, with its scattered papers and sunlight streaming in, became a backdrop to the serious discussion that unfolded.
Ava's words carried a weighty truth as she revealed the challenging state of affairs. "We are losing ground. The enemy kingdom possesses the ability to resurrect their fallen soldiers. Additionally, the Holy Kingdom is supporting them by sending a hero and a holy knights. In yesterday's attack, we suffered significant losses, nearly half of our soldiers," she explained, the details of the dire situation painting a stark picture of the ongoing war. The room, with its scattered papers, bore witness to the gravity of the discussions taking place within its walls.
Absorbing the gravity of the situation, I gestured towards a space next to me. "Hey, Ava, can you sit here?" The room, with its scattered papers and the weight of war in the air, provided a backdrop to the exchange that unfolded between us.
"Alright, Your Highness," Ava responded, acknowledging the invitation. As she took a seat, the room transformed into a space for a more intimate and earnest discussion about the challenges the kingdom faced in the midst of war.
"Fair enough, Ava. You can just call me Lucus," I offered, inviting a more casual and personal tone to our conversation amidst the serious matters at hand. The room, with its scattered papers and two figures engaged in conversation, became a setting for candid discussion.
"How long have we been married?" I asked Ava, seeking clarity on a detail that seemed to elude my current understanding of the past. The question lingered in the air, introducing a personal dimension to our conversation amid the pressing matters of the kingdom.
Ava confirmed, "It has been seven years," the words carrying a subtle nostalgia and a shared acknowledgment of the time that had passed since our marriage.
Suddenly!!!!, a wave of intense thirst washed over me, and the sensation felt akin to being intoxicated. The room, with its scattered papers and the weighty discussions, blurred momentarily as I grappled with the unexpected and overwhelming thirst.
Concerned, Ava noticed my discomfort and inquired, "Is everything okay?" Her question echoed in the room, punctuating the air with a sense of care as I grappled with the unexpected sensation of intense thirst.
I move closer to Ava, my body trembling with thirst. I can't control myself anymore. I need to taste her blood. I lean in and whisper in her ear,
"Ava, I need to drink your blood. Can I?"
Ava nods hesitantly, and I waste no time. I sink my teeth into her neck, feeling the warmth of her blood fill my mouth. It's intoxicating, unlike anything I've ever tasted before. I drink deeply, savoring the sensation as the blood flows down my throat.
Ava moans softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as I drink from her. Her body relaxes against mine, and I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I know I should stop, but the blood is too addictive, too delicious. I continue to drink until I'm finally sated.
When I finally release Ava, she collapses into my arms, weak and dizzy. I hold her tightly, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction. I know I've crossed a line, but the experience was unlike anything I've ever felt before. I can still taste her blood on my lips, and I know that this won't be the last time I give in to my thirst.
As Ava lost consciousness in my arms, a wave of guilt washed over me, and the sensation was akin to my heart tearing. The weight of the unexpected events and their consequences bore down on me, leaving a profound sense of remorse and concern. The room, once a space for discussions and revelations, now held an air of tension and uncertainty.
With Ava in my arms, I made my way to my room, and after a while, I gently placed her on the bed. Recognizing her fatigue, I called a maid and conveyed, "She's very tired. Make sure she gets proper rest," The room, now a sanctuary of quietude, cradled the lingering impact of the unexpected events that had unfolded.
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Ava prescitive
In the hours leading up to this moment, I had immersed myself in the affairs of the kingdom, working tirelessly in my office since the early morning.
The weight of responsibilities pressed upon me, leaving little room for respite. Amidst the paperwork and strategic considerations, a maid knocked on the door, interrupting the steady rhythm of my tasks. "Lady Ava, Your Highness would like to meet you," she conveyed. I took a moment to gather myself before responding, ready to face the challenges and discussions that awaited beyond the office door.
"Let him in," I instructed, the realization that it was my first time meeting my husband, Lucus, adding a touch of nervousness to the atmosphere. As the door opened, I composed myself, ready to face this new chapter that unfolded within the walls of my office.
As Lucus entered the room, his long black hair and dark red eyes captured my attention. Taller than me, he exuded a quiet charm. Unconsciously, I found myself staring at his handsome face. The air held a moment of quiet anticipation as he greeted, "Good morning, Ava. Since I wasn't able to introduce myself before, allow me to do so now. My name is Lucus Ariston Cromwell." The weight of the unfamiliarity mingled with a sense of curiosity, setting the tone for our first encounter.
"I'd like to apologize that I wasn't able to meet you properly yesterday," I conveyed, maintaining a composed demeanor and concealing any signs of nervousness.
The words, spoken in the midst of the kingdom's affairs, formed a bridge between the past and the present, creating a moment of acknowledgment and understanding.
"It's alright, Ava," Lucus reassured as he took a seat on the sofa. Then, turning the conversation towards the pressing matters, he asked, "How's the condition of the war?" The room, with its scattered papers and the weight of the kingdom's challenges, became a space for both personal interaction and discussions about the broader affairs at hand.
As I began explaining the conditions of the war, Lucus, after a while, gestured for me to sit beside him. "Hey, Ava, can you sit here?" he requested. Agreeing with a simple "alright," he then added, "Call me only Lucus." The room, with its scattered papers, transformed into a space where personal connections intertwined with discussions about the kingdom. Conditionally, a warm feeling enveloped me as I took a seat beside him, bridging the formalities with a touch of familiarity.
As Lucus inquired about the years we had been married, I responded without hesitation, "Seven years." However, in the midst of the conversation, a moment of disquiet flickered across his expression. Concerned, I asked, "Are you alright?" The room, with its scattered papers and the weight of memories, became a space where both the present and the past converged in a complex interplay.
A tense moment unfolded as Lucus came close and uttered, "I am thirsty, Ava. Can I drink your blood?" Hesitation lingered in the air, and I instinctively tensed at the unexpected request.
Hesitant yet determined, I nodded my head in reluctant agreement. The room, with its scattered papers and the weight of both kingdom affairs and the unusual request, held a tense and charged atmosphere as I braced for what would follow.
A sudden wave of pleasure overwhelmed me, and I felt toxified.
A moan escaped my lips as Lucus's teeth pierced my flesh, initiating the blood-drinking process.
Weakness gradually took hold, and the room, with its scattered papers and the remnants of the day's events, faded into the background as my senses became immersed in the peculiar experience.
In the haze of fading consciousness, I,perceived the sensation of being carried.
The presence surrounding me seemed distant, yet strangely comforting. As I gradually lost awareness, the details of my surroundings blurred, and the room, with its scattered papers and the weight of kingdom affairs, faded into a realm of diminishing senses.
....TO BE CONTINUED
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