The Fair…

In Lady Ophelia’s home, they hadn’t had a moment of peace since the she left the palace.

The mother and daughter toiled, put heads together, trying to think of a way to turn the situation to favour them, until her mother finally thought of something.

In lady Ophelia’s bedchamber, her mother sat her down, before telling her the horrific idea she had in mind.

“The Vampire Lord seems to think you’ve been pregnant for quite sometime now. He should be expecting you should be getting to a month pregnant by now. But, there’s no baby there” she said pointing at her belly.

“We need to get you pregnant as quickly as possible. You’ve already been taken by the Lord so he would barely notice. You have to bed another man.” Constance said.

Lady Ophelia jumped from her bed as her mother said this.

“Mother!! How could you speak such an abominable thing! No man touches the Lord’s woman. I shall not dirty myself with just a commoner!” She said as her chest heaved up and down in anger.