Chapter 8: Joke of the Century
Clinks of armor could be heard behind her as Elys assumed the monarch’s knights had chased after her like what the spectators had bet on.
"Your majesty! We were about to catch her!" a man’s voice said.
"Your majesty, my love, you shouldn’t taint your hands with this lowly slave girl about to be executed." A woman’s honeyed voice sang.
"Oh, but I can’t help it, my dearest queen. This slave was so entertaining from afar I just had to see her up close."
Elys painfully opened her eyes and she saw golden orbs that pierced through her very soul. Fangs bared at her and the vampire king greeted,
"I like you little slave with the scarlet hair and blazing eyes full of hatred. Be merry, for I have decided I will gift you to this kingdom’s bastard prince as his wife."
The captured princess was rendered speechless.
What was this old man spouting about? How could he decide to randomly wed his own son to a slave?
Doesn’t he at least want the best wife for his son? Why not a political ally of a neighbor kingdom? A noble vampire with great fortune?
A slave wasn’t the best of choices even if it was a former princess!
Elysianne Whitecaster, a vampire prince’s wife.