Chapter 16- Pervert, You Don't Need To Know!

" What is your name?" the masked figure asked, voice laced with undisguised arrogance.

Brittany huffed and puffed, her chest heaving from exhaustion and anger, " Pervert, you don't need to know!" she lashed out, her high pitched voice pounced.

He smirked, bowing like a gentleman, "Well, 'pervert, you don't need to know!', you can call me 'spill my seeds in your womb'" he introduced in a modest voice, but the sly smirk gave him away.

As Brittany was battling for inner peace in her mind...she is a princess, princesses do not loose their wits, remember your training, your lectures, be modest, be elegant. You stand to represent the royal family and you shall not be tormented by this vampire commoner.

Yes, he is behaving this way on purpose, he can't drive me insane. Be a princess don't loose your wit.

Only all these didn't last, her effort to calm down crashed into debris the moment his words reached her ears.

Brittany clicked, " Spill your seeds in your father's womb!", she hissed in frustration.

When she realized what she had just said, her hands flew over her mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. Never has she spoken in such manner, neither has she met such good-looking annoying creature, who takes pleasure in making her mad!

The figure raised a brow, his lips formed a 'o' before dissolving into a smirk, he shook his head and tsked, like he felt pity.

Brittany's hands felt on her sides, she took a deep breath as if recalling something, " My sincere apologizes for the outburst, kind knight. My name is Brittany" she said in an arid yet courteous manner.

The figure nodded understandingly, his towering chiseled physique took a humble bow before her curvaceous, slender frame " It is a pleasure to meet you, Brittany..." his voice sounded deeper and huskier as her name flowed out of his lips.

Brittany relaxed upon seeing him finally act gentlemanly, her heart flutter as she heard her name echo from his lips. He raised his eyes still in his bowing position and said,

" You can call me ' Spill my seeds in your womb'. I rather like the name you mentioned earlier ' Pervert you don't need to know!'...milady" he rose, grinning broadly.

Her eye twitched as she feel her perfectly reconstructed facade shatter, " You are so annoying, Argh!" she groaned through clenched teeth.

He bit his lips sexily as he imagine her jumping up and down, with imaginary puffs of smoke fuming from her nose and ears.

Feeling satisfied, he eventually stopped teasing her, " You fought well" he complimented, his aura alter into rigid indifference.

Brittany scoffed and walked over to the rock to pick her cloak. Picking up her sword," I don't need your compliment, pervert" she responded and sheathed it, walking pass him, before putting on her cloak.

He bit his lip harder the moment she strode pass him, her insane scent filling his nose. He felt extremely reluctant to let her leave, extremely reluctant.

No one has made him feel this way before, no one! It was a strange yet pleasing feeling, he just doesn't want her to leave, not yet.

Brittany knew she would explode if she continue to trade words with this good-looking annoying creature, the good she could do herself was to escape from him.

She had just finished tying the strings of her cloak when she felt a sharp pain shot through her head. She held it instantly and hissed as the pain reck havoc in her brain, her body trembling fiercely.

She knows this feeling too well, she's not going to pass out here, will she? No, she must leave immediately.

All this didn't last as she felt her body began to sway, she knew she was going to fall hard but she doesn't have that strength to hold up anymore. It was... it was as if all the strength in her body drained, all at once.

As she braced herself for a hard fall, she unexpected fell into a warm embrace, the last thing she saw before she blacked out, was the concern on his face.

The masked figure was so worried he cursed, he was relieved he caught her before she fell, or she would have injured herself.

… In the castle …

After Queen mother Irene left Brittany's room, she made her way into the throne room where King Aaron and the Queens were still mourning Eunice's death.

There was a thick sorrowful atmosphere in the room as the guards pushed the door open. She invited herself in, her face clouded with indifference.

" Mother?" King Aaron thought he saw wrong as he rose from his throne, he hastily made his way towards her.

Queen mother Irene nodded, " Have your children here in five minutes, Aaron" she ordered.

King Aaron was confused but he did as he was told.

Three minutes later, the prince and princesses, excluding Brittany and Dora strode into the throne room,

" Grandmother" the prince bowed and the princesses curtsied. The Queens stood on a side, puzzled about what was going on.

" Children, I don't you if you've heard but we lost someone special today…" queen mother Irene began, her voice audible and authoritative.

King Aaron and the queens stumbled in shock, they didn't know the queen mother knew about this. Soon, panic sets in.

Queen Erica and King Aaron gaze met, she quickly gestured with her eyes to have him stop the queen mother.

Aaron who caught on hurriedly interjected, " Ah, dear mother, what… what are you talking about?" He said, letting out a nervous yet sour laughter.