Smoke And Mirror (Royal Ange l) - S01 E08

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Ange l) - S01 E08

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“Bloodsucking royalty”

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Daniel POV

When you’re pretending to be the Prince of a country, you never forget two things.

A) You can’t be late. Period.

And B) your underwear probably costs more than your old house.

So it’s never a good thing when you lose them.

“Stay a little longer, Your Highness.”

The woman in my bed was a supermodel with blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. Her body was wrapped in the sheets and she was still half asleep.

I couldn’t guess her name if it was three letters long and I was at gun point.

Sighing, I removed her slender fingers from my hand, eyeing the bedside clock.

Well, shî t . There goes rule number one.

I quietly got off the bed, trying to find my clothes. Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the hotel room in my black suit, no sweat.

Yeah. I was a pro at this.

Which was fücking sad, if you think about it.

Two bodyguards joined me the minute I stepped outside. Because being Immortal didn’t mean I couldn’t be kidnapped, drugged, tortured, mutilated –

It was a long list.

I walked to the elevator, went downstairs and headed for the lobby.

Marcus was waiting. He didn’t bow or kiss my ring or try any of that royal nonsense.

Bless his soul.

“You’re late, sire.”

“I know, Marcus.”

“You’ve got an appointment, sire.”

“I know, Marcus.”

“You’re missing a sock, sire.”

“I kno- wait, what ?”

He arched a brow, eyeing my left foot. I groaned. Fantastic .

Marcus smiled, and walked me to the car. He gestured to a hidden compartment in the seat.

“You’ll find everything you need in there, sire.”

“You mean a bottle of whiskey and another hooker?” I challenged.

He laughed. “A sock. There’s socks and ties in there, D.”

I couldn’t help smiling. Marcus knew about our ‘arrangement’. I haven’t heard my real name in twelve years, except from Xavier. I haven’t had friends, seen my family, or actually talked to a person out of my own free will.

Try acting like an antisocial bästard sometime. See how many years it takes before you go insane.

So Marcus humoured me occasionally by not acting like a programmed robot.

“Thank you.” I said, meaning it.

“Don’t mention it.” He smiled. “Seriously. You aren’t supposed to.”

“Yeah, fück that.” More royal nonsense. Because apparently having manners wasn’t very Princely . “I’m going to be a king. I do whatever I want.”

“Speaking of which.” Marcus looked at me intently. “You think you can convince him? Xavier?”

“I’m trying.” I said simply. That was a problem I couldn’t deal with right now. “Am I not late, Marcus?”

He nodded, closing the door. “Have a good day, sire.”

I looked at my sockless left leg. “I doubt it.”

The ride to the countryside mansion was uneventful. Vetresca was a city of angels with more emphasis on the “city” part.

The place was all glass and metal on the outside. I grew up on the streets and I loved the smoke, the traffic, the graffiti – all of it. Occasionally, you could see a pair of wings in the sky.

A lot of humans wondered why we had roads and metros. We had wings. Why didn’t we just fly everywhere?

Funny. It was a lot like asking them, “You have legs. Why don’t you just

walk everywhere?”

The scenery gradually changed from skyscrapers to town houses to rolling meadows. The car finally reached a pair of wrought iron gates and passed by the driveway to the mansion.

A.k.a a Victorian Era monstrosity.

I’d left Xavier and his little pet yesterday and headed home. Soon after signing a dozen or so papers at my desk, I’d gotten thoroughly drunk and would up in a hotel room.

To be honest, I was a little drunk now.

Yet no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared me for this.

“Get the fück off my fountain, Victoria.”

The bîtch was sitting on the shoulders of a fairy statue at the centre of the fountain, somehow completely dry, taunting Xavier.

“Biscuit told me to take a shower without annoying him.” She managed to break off the fairy’s head and throw it at Xavier. “Want to join us, Daniel?”

I froze.

“What did you call me?”

“Daniel. Danny. Danny boy blue.”

Before I could respond, a calm voice replied behind me.

“I believe you’re mistaken, bella . See, this bästard here is Xavier Grigori, Prince of Vetresca, and future King of Europe.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to smile or kill myself.

Turning around, I saw a tall man, exceptionally well dressed with a mink coat draped over a dark grey suit. He had a diamond piercing over his left eyebrow and a dragon tattoo on the side of his neck. A black gloved hand rested on a black cane with an engraved silver dragon.

“Darius.” He kissed my signet ring. I grimaced. “You son of a bîtch. You’re my important meeting today?”

“Well, I did fly in a thousand miles.” Prince Darius Azaria smiled, showing off his dagger like fangs. His silver eyes narrowed on Victoria. “Who is this, um, charming lady?”

“Friend of a friend.” I muttered, shooting daggers at both Victoria and Xavier.

“Well, you’ll have to excuse us, friend of a friend,” He gave her another smile. “I have business to discuss. I hope to see you again, roza .”

Victoria seemed flattered.

Xavier? Not so much.

Making like a caveman, he hauled her onto his shoulders again and carried her inside the house.

” I hope to see you again, gentlemen.” He said smoothly, despite the fact that he was soaking wet and carrying a kicking girl.

Real classy.

Fifteen minutes later, I was settled in the meeting room upstairs and Darius decided it was enough small talk.

“Let’s face reality, Xavier.” He told me, sipping his wine. “Our nations aren’t exactly on good terms and we haven’t been that way in a long time.”

Vetresca and Kadria were frenemies at best. For a reason.

Kadria was modern day leech capital.

“And?” I asked, looking at the vampire.

“And, we’re friends, right?” He asked cautiously.

“You puked on me last New year on that goddämn boat.” I said deadbeat. “I’d say we go to war, bloodsucker.”

He laughed.

“How about a small gift then? To make you forget that little accident.”

Darius opened the door to my office. The minute she walked inside, I knew she was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was a hundred out of ten from any angle.

A long silver dress hugged her curves, exposing a modest amount of soft pale skin. Her hair was as black as midnight, falling waist length and her eyes were liquid silver.

I stood up.

“Quite the family resemblance, Darius.” I told him, kissing her hand. She smiled at me seductively, looking at me under her long dark lashes. “Welcome to Vetresca, Lady Alexandra Azaria.”

“Now I’m going to ask you again, Xavier.” Darius said, smiling. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Good friends. Perhaps even brother-in-laws ?”

“Of course,” I said, tracing her jaw absently.

“Then it’s settled…” Darius began talking about wedding plans but I interrupted him, remembering something.

“I recall you have another sister too, Darius.”

All trace of humour left the vampire.

“Don’t go there, Xavier.” He started to say.

Suddenly the door opened and Xavier joined us as promised, with a minor addition.

Two very obvious, very sharp throwing blades.

“So.” The Prince said conversationally, leaning against the wall. “What’d I miss, Your Highness?”

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Daniel : “Like this. I’LL CONSIDER MARRYING YOU.” XD