The Vampire King's Captive

A

late. Maria tensed, making sure not to mov

d a piece of the food before s

day away from the palace, her fifth day away f

ng way to night and then morning again. It was a cycle that never ended and the longer she sat in the cell, th

until s

lly going to die. She just simply could

sorceress in this world to being a common man's capture

re had to be a

y be? She thought as she stared

n feel them swirling in her body, which terrified he

able to feel them. She had even gone as far as summoning t

felt noth

her. If he walked in right now with a sword in hand, preparing to kill her, she would be u

llar on her neck, hating it w

from getting the hell out of this place. Who knew something

that the same could

d a glimpse of what she could actually do and then they respected her. It was one thing she had a

e reasons she had sta

mong

d a huge boost to one's ego. But it also meant that she was often made a target

ould be

't exactly beautiful, but she was striking enough and fit the i

lamour everywhere she went and even in fro

of that infuriating man

way? Things like this couldn't only be made by people with magic. P

ted something l

as she was, she couldn't make something like this. And

,

. She hadn't had a bath since she came in here and she fel

e had asked the man who usually delivered her food and water, Edgar, to arr

ow to beg him and even then, she had

ll have been ta

she was dirty as hell. Her nails were dirty from scratching at her itchy

that the dirt was a

er from the bottle Edgar had given to her for drinking, on it and

't wasn't enough. She just wanted to have

baths that the palace maids usua

that again. Water was

nd of the door opening. Immediately, and against her w

ew who

brought her meal for her today and he

he man who had

around in order not to anger him, but she sta

s questions. When she did, he had been shocked by her appearance, tellin

appreciation, but then his face twisted into that disdainful expression

had seen in his e

hated how much it had hurt her. Even thoug

he others. She hadn't expected h

ound a man that was actually capable of stirring things inside her t

ing possibl

e enemies. He obviously had captured her because he wan

and his life, she would choose her escape. Something as dismissive as

e was somehow grateful for, given that she had been in the dark for such a

he floor. Not two. More

t someone with him this time to to tor

eak and hungry. Wo

uck around,

n her ears. Princess. She hated it

to stand—she wasn't sure that she could. She was too weak

was wearing a black T-shirt that molded to his body, defining all his pecs, and bl

s enemy. She didn't want to label him an enemy just yet simply because she wasn't sure if she ha

emed to be with hers? For crying out loud the man couldn'

oticed about him when he broke into the palac

ing across the path on her skin that he

pped herself f

ng visitors, wer

ave her was nothi