“Did I keep you waiting for too long?” Magnus asked as he entered the room, his voice filled with concern.
“No, not at all,” Alora replied, setting the quill pen down on the desk before rising from her seat. She approached Magnus, her expression soft with worry as she inquired about his well-being.
“I satisfied my thirst earlier,” Magnus reassured her. “I know you wish for me to drink from you, but your blood only intensifies my hunger instead of satiating it. I find it difficult to resist,” he explained, his hand gently brushing away stray strands of hair from her temple as he spoke.
“Shall we retire to bed, or would you like to continue studying?” Magnus inquired, trying to know Alora’s preferences.
“No, I’m finished for the night,” Alora replied, intending to tidy up the table before leaving.
“Tobias can handle that. Let’s go,” Magnus insisted, taking Alora’s hand and leading her towards the bedchamber.
“I thought Prince Magnus went out for the hunt. I hope he doesn’t feel stifled,” Alora remarked, expressing her concern for Magnus’s well-being as they walked together.
“I’ve already finished the hunt,” Magnus affirmed with seriousness.
“Really?” Alora questioned, momentarily doubting his words.
“Yes. I couldn’t maintain my composure without fresh blood,” Magnus explained. Sensing her silence, he inquired, “Are you afraid of me?”
“No, I’m not. I-I’m just curious,” Alora responded honestly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
They found themselves in their bedchamber, and Magnus released her hand before closing the door behind him and turning to face her, his expression unreadable.
“Curious about what?” Magnus inquired, his gaze penetrating as he sought an answer.
“Nothing,” Alora replied softly, her eyes averting his intense gaze. She felt a gentle touch as Magnus lifted her chin, causing her to meet his gaze once more.
“I was wondering why my blood cannot quench your thirst,” she stated, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I have no idea,” Magnus admitted, releasing her chin from his gentle grasp. He reached for his broached scarf and removed it, setting it carefully on the clothed table before proceeding to remove his long coat.
“Your blood is as sweet as dessert,” Magnus remarked, his voice carrying a hint of longing for her blood as he glanced back at Alora. With a slight smile, he continued, “But it’s a relief that I haven’t lost control tonight.”
“I’ll be back shortly. You should get into bed,” he suggested, before heading towards the washroom, leaving Alora alone in their bedchamber.
“Vampires may be powerful, but they also face numerous challenges,” Alora murmured to herself, her thoughts swirling as she removed her slippers and made her way to the bed.
Climbing under the warm blanket, she nestled into the soft embrace of the bed, seeking solace and comfort in it.
She fidgeted with her fingers as the flashes from the previous night suddenly appeared in her mind. She found heat rising to her cheeks. Alora was quick to cover them with her hands when Magnus entered the room in a pair of comfortable night clothes made of satin.
She lay down, turning her back at her, not wanting him to notice or read her thoughts. Suddenly, she heard a loud growl of werewolves, causing her to turn around.
“What was that?” she asked. “It feels the werewolves are going crazy. Do you think Venus is fine?”
“I have sent Gabriel and Odin as per your request. Also, Venus cannot transform, so she is fine,” Magnus said and brought his arm under her head. He drew her close to him and continued, “I don’t like it when you keep speaking about Venus.”
Alora pursed her lips tightly. “I will be careful,” she said and placed her hand on his chest. “I have never seen Venus scared. Please bear with me. I want to share my thoughts with you about what I feel. I think if my eyes were normal, she had a normal life too. She would be wedded off easily. Now, she will live as a divorcee, which will bring many questions on her from the people.”
“Isn’t that the result of her own actions? You did warn her,” Magnus stated.
“It is. However, no woman shall undergo that pain. I hope His Highness feels my current feelings toward my sister,” Alora stated.
Magnus placed his hand above hers and he turned to face her. He traced her cheek from the back of his palm. “Alora, how much do you love yourself? I bet you consider your worth low,” he remarked.
“I used to consider myself worthless, but not anymore,” she responded with honesty. “I won’t let myself get fooled. I promise,” Alora stated.
Magnus hummed and moved close to her. He softly kissed her lips, his hand moved to her lower back as he pulled her close; their bodies pressed together. He nipped her lip teasingly, making her lay on the mattress again as this time he hovered over her.
“If you get fooled by Venus, then you will let me do what I desire,” Magnus suddenly said, waiting for her response.
***
“Why did Prince Magnus send us in the service of a human?” Odin complained.
“Because it is about Princess Alora’s sister’s safety,” Gabriel stated as he sat on the roof of the house along with Odin. He looked at the giant blood moon while remembering the last time when it occurred.
“I thought Princess Alora’s family didn’t care for her. It’s strange that she’s still helping them,” Odin remarked, shooting a questioning glance at Gabriel, who appeared lost in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Odin inquired, drawing Gabriel’s attention back to the present.
“This time, Prince Magnus didn’t go on late-night hunting,” Gabriel observed, furrowing his brow in contemplation. “I remember four years ago, he slaughtered over a hundred humans. Don’t you find that strange?” he voiced his doubts aloud.
“Yes, I noticed that too. I inquired with Prince Izaak about it,” Odin elaborated.
“And?” Gabriel prompted, intrigued by the matter.
“According to Prince Izaak, it’s because of Princess Alora,” Odin revealed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
“How so?” Gabriel pressed for further explanation.
“I believe Princess Alora’s eyes have something to do with it. Prince Izaak didn’t provide much detail,” Odin replied, the distant growls of werewolves echoing in the atmosphere.
“Hmm,” Gabriel acknowledged the answer.
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