Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

I want to taste that rich and soulful blood that is surging within his veins again. Her mind continuously ringed with this thought but she managed to suppress it for now.
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"It seems you're not as afraid anymore, Virelle," Ethan teased gently.

Still nestled against him, she replied with a soft and languid voice.

"For now, I choose to hope and believe in you, Brother Ethan. I want to believe in the strength of our love."

"Don't worry," he promised in a firm and resolute voice.

"On this very day, I give you my word that no one will take you from me. I will free you from all the chains your family and that empire has wrapped around you."

Her lips curled into a faint smile at his vow. The emotional weight and the tension she had carried till now finally caught up with her and her eyelids fluttered shut as exhaustion claimed her.

Ethan's POV

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I gently stroked Virelle's hair. She was asleep as she rested her head peacefully in my lap.

I didn't let any perverted thoughts cross my mind as I knew that she had endured enough emotional turmoil for one day.

Carefully, I leaned back on the bed and kept her nestled securely in my arms. I kissed her forehead as waves of bliss washed over me. This soothing warmth in my heart sent butterflies in my stomach as a thought crossed my mind.

Only those who've faced crushing loneliness can truly understand the value of companionship and love.

This was why I refused to give up on us. It was not because of pride and definitely not because of some defiance but because people like me and Virelle who have tasted true solitude knew the irreplaceable worth of a connection like this.

Heh, I chuckled darkly to myself. That foolish prince doesn't even realize that the princess he dreams of day and night is lying in someone else's arms right now.

The wicked thought brought a brief smirk to my face but soon the warmth of Virelle's presence, the softness of the bed, and the peacefulness surrounding us lulled me into sleep.

Unconsciously, I drifted off being cradled by the comfort I never knew I needed so desperately.

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Virelle's POV

I ascended the towering stairs of the abandoned spire within the Abyssal Sanctum with each of my steps echoing with the anxious thrum of my heart. The stone walls loomed tall and indifferent and cast long shadows that mirrored the turmoil within me.

It had already been an hour since I arrived. Where is he? He's never late. Did something happen to him?

Dread coiled tightly around my mind and all sorts of vivid images of the worst possible scenarios constantly appeared in my mind.

My thoughts spiraled until I was on the brink of unraveling but then a languid and magnetic voice drifted through the silence as it anchored me back to reality.

"Did my little vampire miss me?"

Joy surged through me and his sudden voice shattered the walls of anxiety in an instant. I spun around on the spot and found him leaning casually against the spire's railings.

The wind tousled his violet hair and his crimson eyes glimmered with affection. A mixture of relief and longing coiled within me as it propelled me towards him.

I ran to him without hesitation. His arms opened instinctively to welcome me like a silent invitation and there was no need for any words between us.

I launched myself into his embrace and clutched the fabric of his shirt as though it tethered me to existence itself. His strong arms encircled my waist and lifted me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around him.

The series of our seamless movements finally grounded us both in that singular perfect moment.

And it happened the way I had dreamed it countless times. Our lips met in a fervent and desperate kiss. My hands tangled in his hair and pulled him closer as if this proximity could dissolve the ache of our separation.

He supported me with one arm and the other cradled my neck as his touch was both tender and possessive.

I poured every ounce of my loneliness and longing into that kiss and tasted his lips and saliva with a hunger born of love and absence.

In my fervor, my fangs grazed his lip and it drew a small trickle of blood which was my forbidden delicacy.

It tasted just like I had expected was intoxicating and richer than anything else in this world, a flavor that never ceased to amaze me even after all these years.

But my bliss was suddenly shattered in an instant.

A guttural groan escaped his mouth that was muffled against mine. His body tensed in pain that I could feel through our contact.

Confused, I pulled back only to be met with a sight that hollowed out my soul. Immense horror rooted me in place as I stared at the crimson sickle protruding from his chest with its wicked curve hooked grotesquely through his heart.

His blood blossomed like a dark flower and it stained his white shirt and my trembling hands. His crimson eyes which were once so vibrant and full of life now dulled into glassy orbs which were devoid of their usual light.

His lips moved and formed silent words that I couldn't comprehend due to the tears blurring my vision. They were lost beneath the weight of his final breaths.

"No! This can't be happening!" My raw and desperate screams tore through the silence of the abandoned spire.

I cradled his face and never-ending tears cascaded down my cheeks and mingled with the blood that painted my hands. Grief consumed me and it left nothing in its wake but the hollow shell of despair.

The world blurred and was distorted by the flood of tears that blinded me. Through the haze, I finally glimpsed at the shadow of the attacker who had destroyed my world.