The Royal Revenge

The prince’s joy was overwhelming. He couldn’t believe that one display of the princess’ powers was enough for the nobilities and clergy to fear them. Aleksander definitely hit the jackpot with Elys by his side. He turned to Elys, "Wife, everything is within reach for us now!"

The prince let out an evil laugh, and his wife gloated at the bewildered look on every vampire’s face in their midst. Even the vampire clergy seemingly were astonished by the destruction her magic brought to the knights that were about to attack them.

Aleksander walked to the front, his maniacal laugh reverberating around the palace walls.

The crown that had been precariously thrown by the presider after Aleksander’s arrival lain on the ground. He raised his eyes towards the man shivering behind a pillar, and then flicked a finger towards the crown.

"Presider, pick this up," Aleksander demanded, his tone cold and authoritative.

Elys couldn’t help but recall the first few days she had been with the prince. After their wedding, Aleksander had been so hostile towards her, and his tyrannic tendencies oozed every time his mouth opened.

Not to mention Aleksander had been so pitiless to the tailor he had threatened to fashion their customized ball costumes.

"Presider, I do not have any virtues whatsoever, and by delaying your decision to do what I ask of you, you are taking one step further to your doom," the bastard prince said as he tapped an irritable finger on his crossed arms.