Chapter 6 6

Her fit of hysterical laughter was interrupted by a slight knock on the door. She noticed the sullenness of Kayden's features, which were tense for a moment before he clenched her cleverly, allowing the knocker to enter.

The door opened quietly, and a woman entered from it, who snatched Selene's breath, astonished by the aura of light that was preparing for the beholder to surround her, as she thought that the maids had an unfamiliar beauty.

Larissa took a small step, narrowing her eyes, reaching the middle of the room, bending down in front of Kaeden, whispering in a very faint voice that barely reached her hearing...

"Lord, I need you," she said in a hesitant tone. "I have waited too long not to bother you, but I cannot wait any longer."

She finished her vague sentence to Celine, remaining low in her head, paying utter respect to her king. She wore a long ivory dress with sleeves embroidered with light pink tulips, her hair more white than yolk, long and gathered in a braid that leaned on her shoulder and touched her waist.

Kaiden moved away from the bed and approached her gently, to the astonishment of Celine, as she did not hear him speak in that tone to any of the people of the palace, not even her.

"Come close to Larissa." He asked her, then directed his talk to Celine, "I want you to go into the bathroom and wash up to get all traces of blood off you."

At the mention of blood, Larissa hissed in a broken voice, causing Selene to panic.

She jumped off the bed and gave him a disapproving look.

Is he serious?

Throw her to the bathroom?

despicable....

He narrowed his eyes and gave her a warning look, and she raised her chin defiantly and hid behind the door, closing it with intentional violence and standing in front of the mirror wondering:

Who is this woman? And what do you want from him?

I need you.

"Oh, you need it," she repeated, imitating Larissa's voice, dancing in anger.

She looked at herself in the mirror, shocked.

O mighty one! She really does look like a stray sheep with her bad hair and pale skin.

She took a deep breath and opened the water to wash, hoping to remove the traces of her ominous catastrophe, thinking of Damian—yes, his name is Damian, and it seems that he is Cayden's brother, as this is how the unknown called him.

Damian, that is terrifying; he frightens her every time he gets in her way.

She finished washing and found a bag on the table, which she inspected curiously, wondering where it came from, as it wasn't where it was when she entered.

Her pupils narrowed suspiciously, considering the possibility that Kayden had gone into the bathroom without her realizing.

She opened it, inspecting its contents, and brought out from it an undergarment emblazoned with flowers similar to the one she had worn at the age of six, a toothbrush, a comb, and a dress.... She rose up in disapproval.

Is she expected to wear this?

She didn't wear an embellished dress like that, even when she was a child! How would she wear it when she was young?! It seems that he collects the flowers of the whole garden. What is their story and the story of the flowers, as it seems that the one who picked him is fond of them?

She threw him aside in disgust, covered herself with a towel, and knocked on the bathroom door, calling him:

"Hello, I'm done. Can I open the door?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, thinking about that woman and her suspicious request: what did she need, and what were they doing inside out of her sight??

She flinched at once, causing her to retreat a few steps, feeling dominated by his height. She stared spontaneously at his bare chest, thinking that he rarely wears a shirt in his suite, as if he liked to show off his body.

Well, if she had his chest and stomach muscles, she might have been shirtless as well.

"Why haven't you gotten dressed yet?" He asked her after getting tired of her silence and her staring looks at him....

His voice brought her back to the present, remembering that she was still naked under her towel, so she stuck to her and answered him in a disapproving tone, "I will not wear that dress; it is

Shocked at his rudeness

Women of our gender, your size

To a teenage girl who lost her senses, she took a step towards him, roaring madly, "Do you have children? Oh Almighty! Do you kidnap children as well? Where are they? What are you doing with them? Do you use them for food? You are ruthless...and»

He left her at the door, dancing and roaring like a madman, and crossed her into the bathroom. He pulled out the dress and threw it at her commandingly.

"Put it on... now... we'll go out for a bit."

And her fragmentation challenges her to utter an extra word, and she becomes silent, swallowing her words.

She wore the dress nervously, put it on, and went out behind him, floundering in the midst of her strong waves of anger, throwing at him the arrows of her flaming eyes, imagining that she was piercing his back, causing him great pain, chanting her favorite song these days, "Despicable... Despicable... Despicable..." Really true....

She stood stunned, contemplating the table in front of her, a long table surrounded by families, men and women, and some children and teenagers, who all fell silent the moment Kaiden entered the hall. He sat at the head of the table.

She sat silently watching the audience with great interest: five men of large size, but not as big as Kaiden, and next to each of them was a woman of extraordinary clarity, united by one characteristic, which is the color of hair, hair closer to white than to yolk, a beautiful imaginary color that resembles the light of the moon, and next to some of them are children who look like human children in every detail. Her question is, why does it not seem that they are kidnapped or persecuted?

A voice from the seat next to her pulled her out of her whirlpool of questions. She turned and heard a welcome from a fifteen-year-old girl, smiling kindly at her:

"Hello, my name is Talia. I like your dress; you look like you're wearing the whole garden, and these are your bracelets I've never seen before."

Celine stared at her stupidly, noting that silence had spread throughout the place, waiting for her answer, so she turned to Kayden for help, as she did not know how she should act among his people, so the latter rushed to save the situation by calling in a calm tone.

"Celine will share the table with us daily. All of you are required to pay attention to her requests and not to be exposed to her for any reason, as it will be the responsibility of each of you, and any harm that she suffers in the presence of one of you will be held accountable for it."

Silence lasted for long, long moments, during which Celine noticed that all those present were exchanging silent looks among themselves, and with a coordinated movement that startled her, they stood up at once, slightly bent their backs, extended their palms to their chests where their hearts were, and chanted in one voice:

"Her safety is from the safety of our king, and as we swore allegiance to him, we swear to her in the same way. Our blood, our souls, and our children are the ransom of the king and his female."

Selene shuddered, holding her breath from the intensity of their united tone, shocked by what they swore, realizing the extent of Kayden's authority and presence as a king who has his status and respect among his people, wondering, do they think that she is his mistress, or perhaps his maid, or perhaps from the retinue of his harem...?

She laughed secretly with disgust, terrified by that idea. Is it possible that he kidnapped her so that she could be a maidservant of his female slaves who were nourished by their blood?

She wandered around the table with her troubled look, hoping to find an answer to her questions that increase with the passage of time without finding an answer to one of them. Larissa, who was watching her from the opposite side, looked at her with teary eyes. She smiled at her with a faint smile when their eyes met out of respect.

Celine lowered her eyes, pretending to be watching her plate with interest, remembering that it was the woman who had come to his room.

Who are you?

Didn't you sit next to him on the other side?

"Transform what?" I asked her, not understanding what she meant.

"I am close; this year I will turn twenty-three. The symptoms have begun to appear, and my father told me that very soon I will enter the last stage where I will be fed by a soldier. He is very handsome," she said, holding her palms to each other enthusiastically, adding, "I think we will bond in the future, and you, Has the king donated his blood for you?

I asked her, waiting for her answer, and Celine stared at her in shock, trying to comprehend the horror of the information that invaded her mind in less than a minute.

Next, she said, oblivious to Selene's faint features that seemed to have seen a ghost, "You are fortunate that he did, as the only one who gave him of his blood so far is Larissa; the king does not give his blood to anyone, especially since he is the only pure blood left of our descendants..."

He pulled her out of the focus of her questions next, pulling her dress up, calling her attention, and whispering to her, "Are you still waiting for your transformation period? How much longer do you have to wait?"

Celine's eyes widened, her mouth open like an idiot, amazed at the next conversation and the facts that were revealed to her.

She leaned her torso towards Kaeden, staring at him with frightened looks, muttering in terror:

"Did…Did…have you turned me into one of you? ……am I...became one of you?" … You have no right; you have no right to do that. And this child, what is her fault? To make her live like beasts, feed on blood to survive, and deprive her of a normal life like human beings, you are a ruthless and savage man."

She shrieked with emotion, her letters burning, feeling like she was on the verge of losing her mind completely.

The murmurs and gasps around her denounced the insults she had uttered against their king, his descendants, and his race, but one look from Kayden was enough to silence them all, leaving the table silently.

Kaiden waited for the last of his guards to come out, and Selene gave him her full attention.

He preferred to be silent for a long time, contenting himself with staring at her with mysterious and vague looks that made her angry and frightened, until he finally decided to speak.

"Before I answer your disgraceful accusation, I will warn you against repeating what you did in front of my bodyguards and their families. Do not repeat addressing me in that way for any reason, no matter who you are and whatever your position in this palace has reached, understand?"

He shouted at her in a warning tone; his calm worried her, anticipating his approaching storm.

She salivated and slowly nodded her head, frantically roaring at her.

"I want an audible answer; I want to hear your voice that was ringing around like live bullets a while ago."

"...y...yes..."

He removed his plate from in front of him, feeling his smell making him sick, trying to contain his raging anger in his hollow so as not to lose his temper with her and destroy everything he had planned so far, because in the end the mistake was his own; he should have explained his nature to her before he brought her to the table and exposed her to facts she did not know about. something, he took a deep breath and said,

"You can only become one of us if you carry our genes, or one of your parents is one of our offspring, and you are definitely not," he told her with unquestionable certainty, adding