Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E21

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

“Ketchup and tattoos”

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Daniel POV

Funerals were a great time to not think about your fiancé’s sister.

“Would you like a drink, Your Highness?”

The server offered me an intricately carved goblet, the contents of which looked a lot like the pretty red stuff in my veins.

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass.”

Because when you’re in the vampire capital, you couldn’t d--n well expect grape juice.

Nah, alcohol is so last year. Let’s just serve some blood instead. O negative is all the rage this season.

I’d flown down to Kadria this morning to pay my respects to the vampire King, on behalf of my country.

As patriotic as that was, the highlight of my trip had been the air hostess who was better at spreading her legs than the butter on my toast.

And yet somehow, you’re still thinking about her.

Lady Alexandra had been the picture of a good hostess, greeting everyone by name and running a tight ship. She didn’t show a shred of emotion, carrying herself like a thoroughbred royal.

She’d make a great wife.

But you’re still thinking about her.

Darius made no such attempt to conceal how he felt. Anybody who was dumb enough to start a conversation with him got a good dose of “shut the fück up and mind your göddamn business.”

He was ice cold and intimidating, like a sword destined to reap vengeance.

And since you clearly didn’t mind pissing that guy off too, you’re still thinking about her.

The truly sad part though?

Adriana isn’t even here, you sappy, pathetic bästard.

The guests to the ceremony were exclusively from the eight Royal families. Angels, vampires, shapeshifters, faeries and Otherworld beings stood united under one name.

The Immortals.

Looking at the mahogany coffin at the head of the church, I realised even that wasn’t true anymore.

“I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to speak to you. How are you, Your Grace?”

Lady Alexandra’s voice was composed and polite, as she gave me a bow.

I absently kissed her ring. “There’s a glaring lack of liquor without bodily fluids in it. But otherwise, I’m good.”

She smiled. “It’s not blood, Your Grace.”

“So ketchup?”

My future queen laughed. “It’s a vintage red from the Naples. It’s rumoured to be an aphrodisiac, so perhaps not the best choice for my father’s funeral.”

I was distracted by how similar yet different she was from her sister.

“Is something bothering you, Your Grace?”

“No.” I said, smiling. “It’s just that I feel a little jet lagged. Would it be too rude if left early?”

“Of course not.” She pursed her lips. “You are the King.”

“Not yet.” I reminded her.

She looked at the promise ring on her finger.

“Wouldn’t really matter.” Alexandra smiled. “You are Xavier Grigori of the royal family of Vetresca.”

Well, not really. Then again…

My eyes were drawn to the black silk hugging her sinful curves.

She could’ve called me Kim Kardashian and I’d be cool with that.

Alexandra led me out of the church, and through the maze like hallways.

For a country of blood s-----g leeches, Kadria had an immense respect for religion. The castle was built through the Vatican City, preserving its ancient architecture. Steel and glass wove through modern day Italy like a complex web.

The royal quarters were heavily guarded. They were all mansions surrounded by endless gardens. Black roses and violets grew outside my room, beyond which there was a lake.

Alexandra led the way, though I’d assured her multiple times that I had a functional brain and I could find it myself.

She didn’t believe me.

Couldn’t really blame her .

“So you must like it here.” I said, trying to make small talk. “Killer view.”

“I like the lake.” She said, conversationally. “I used to love getting wet.”

” I bet you still do.” I blurted.

I ran a hand through my hair, as she laughed. I desperately needed some bleach for that dirty little head of mine.

“You can find out for yourself, Your Grace.” She said, her silver eyes sultry under her long lashes.

“We’re going to be good friends, Lady Alexandra.” I said, meaning it. Adriana was right. She was smart, funny and drop dead gorgeous.

Why couldn’t I just fall for this one?

Almost reading my thoughts, Alexandra grabbed my tie, pulling me close. Her back hit the wall and her lips met mine.

She tasted like vanilla and cinnamon, her lips soft and warm. By instinct, I slammed her wrists over her head and kissed her back, making her whimper.

It was only a while later that I realised I could taste blood.

Alexandra’s canines were like daggers, nicking my lower lip. She drew away from me, her silver eyes now amethyst.

“I sure hope we’re more than friends, Your Grace.” Her breathing was ragged, as she eyed my neck with raw lust. “May I?”

I didn’t protest, as she undid my buttons. I let her push me back against the bed and watched her body move over mine. I stroked her hair, as she tugged my collar away.

I knew there was something intrinsically wrong with this.

But I didn’t care.

This is your future wife.

And this is the closest you’ll ever get to her.

Alexandra’s teeth cut into my skin, hard and fast. It hurt like a bîtch but I didn’t make a sound. I let her drink from me for as long as she needed, tracing circles on her skin.

Once she was done, she gave me another kiss, which roughly meant “thank you for being my lunch.”

“Well, that was fun.” I said, feeling the dull ache in my throat. “So on a scale of bread to Pizza Hut, how delicious was I?”

“Ketchup.” She answered promptly.

I laughed.

The vampire princess stayed on my bed for a few more minutes, watching the puncture wounds heal. She made good use of that time, getting rid of my shirt.

“What do those mean?” Alexandra asked, tracing the tattoos on my pecs.

“Nothing.” I said. “They just help me get laid.”

She laughed. “They’re doing an excellent job in that case.”

In all honesty, they meant something a lot more sinister but I was definitely not bringing that up.

Alexandra fell asleep in my arms after a while, and I was about to do the same, when the phone rang.

I swore.

Alexandra got up with a start, propping herself up on her elbows. She watched me with curiosity as I answered the call.

“Enjoying the funeral, Danny?”

“As a matter of fact I am,” I smiled. “You have the worst sense of timing, you know.”

I could just imagine Xavier taking a bow for annoying the crap out of me. Again.

“Why thank you, princess.” He hesitated. “Well, you need to sit down. I have to tell you something important…”

I wasn’t listening. The window was wide open and by the lake, I could see a gleam of ebony hair and white satin. Her face was expressionless as her mismatched eyes met mine.

Adriana looked away quickly, leaving in a hurry.

I realised I had no idea how long she’d been out there.

Xavier’s voice pretty much summed up my situation.

“So basically, we have a big problem.”

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