LYCAN'S HIDDEN LOVE

Princess Of Ireta Catar

“I don’t want to be crowned, Father”- said a sizzling voice of a valiant female with a disappointing look in her eyes towards the man whose eyes were turned red by his daughter’s reply, “Don’t make me a scapegoat in your politics.”

“Sweetheart, Dare to raise your voice against your father?” a sympathetic feminine voice questioned the girl who was gathering her courage to speak out against her father.

“Dress her up, Athiva… She was spoilt by my love” the man of red eyes warned his wife, “… Make sure she must look elegant when crowning with her man”, by uttering these, the man exited the room by shutting the door with a big bang sound.

"Mother, please help me...," the worried girl begged as she ran towards her mother, gripping her hands, "I don’t want to be crowned… Don’t involve me… I think marriage should be held not physically but through the tie of hearts.”

Athiva, her mother spoke by caressing her daughter, “I can’t have any word against your father… You must be crowned with your groom. This has to be done today… You were aware of it, weren't you?"

The girl stood helpless withholding her mother’s hands in hers and kneeled to her, “Mother… can I have another chance in my life…? To choose my own life…?”

Athiva consoled her daughter with a negative nod. She forced her daughter to wear a crimson long, tiered shoulder-baring gown with matching jewellery. She arranged her daughter's golden hair into a suitable hairstyle for her clothes. She then applied light-coloured cosmetics and dark wine-coloured lipstick on her daughter's face.

The girl was allowed to look at her beauty in the large mirror fixed on the wall. To her wonder, she looked more elegant in her beauty which gave her more confidence to fight back for her right to choose her destiny and she thought to herself, If not I, then who can talk for me?

The girl replied to her mother, “Mother… Your hands have the magic power to make the fragile into a brave one… I feel the augmentation of confidence in me…”

Athiva advised her daughter, "He is doing this not merely to expand his empire, but also to find the right mate for his loving daughter, someone who can look after her like him... Do it for your father's sake. Accept your fate, sweetie."

"What if my destiny has great plans for me?" the girl in red questioned.

A few minutes later,

An exquisite beauty has mounted the steps in the party hall with high diamond-studded heels clattering. The girl's lovely body drew everyone's attention, as she rested her long painted nails finger on the railing of the steps for more strength. The eyes dart around the party hall, beaming with pleasure at being the daughter of the party's proud supreme-in-command.

A man dressed in late fifties black gothic attire approached Mark Ivanzer, who was dressed in punk rave black noble gothic with a long cloak, and whispered in his ear, "Primus, where did you conceal your lovely daughter for these many days...?"

Another man with a shaven head, piercing eyes, and a crafty sneer on his lips approached Mark and said, "Your daughter is certainly such a beauty, exactly suited if she married my son... What are your thoughts, Primus?"

"I gave my daughter the freedom to choose her mate," Mark Ivanzer said with a smile on his lips. “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I'm helpless."

"I am just symbolised as expensive property that they may add to their assets list," the beauty's inner voice repeated in her ears. “Some men want me to enhance their status, some want me to quench their libido, some want me to claim their title, and some want me to give them a voice. Oh my goodness... This isn't a groom selection party... It is, in fact, an auction."

Before she propositioned the last staircase, her high heel tricked her, causing her to lose her gravity. Mark was shocked and rushed to help his daughter, but before he could reach her, a manly hand with a broad jaw bone and cool pair of eyes grabbed her waist from falling and whispered in her ears, "Princess, careful in your steps."

Princess!!!

Indeed, she was a princess and the only daughter of Mark Ivanzer, who wished for his daughter to marry a man who would care for his daughter in the same way that he does, as well as an heir to pass on his principles to future generations.

Mark Ivanzer was a pureblood with a magnanimous look who lived with his caring wife and a lovely daughter. He had long been appointed as King for the lurking community of people living in darkness.

Indeed, he was the Primus, The Vampire King!!!

When Mark was about to save his daughter, a young and gorgeous man with a wonderfully sculpted body shape emerged on the scene and saved the vampire princess. Mark Ivanzer had to tweak his neck to bring the young couples' consciousness back to the actual world since they were absorbed in their eye sights.

When Primus made the warning sound, the young man let go of her and helped her. She couldn't stop herself from breaking her stiletto shoes on the slick stairwells. She had missed the gravity beneath her feet once more, but the young man grasped her by the waist and enabled her to support herself for a moment.

"Princess, let me help you," the young guy was on his knees in the hope of assisting her, but everyone at the party misinterpreted that the young man was about to confess to taking the vampire princess's hands.

The vampire princess bobbed her head automatically as if she had succumbed to the young man's allure. A sliver of a grin formed on the corner of her dark-coated lips, causing her mysterious blush.

To her surprise, the young guy carefully grabs her right foot and releases her lovely foot from the straps of her high heels, placing her barefoot on his shoulder as his hands fix the straps of her high heels.

So touched!

Only the vampire princess was astonished and moved by the young man's behaviour toward the vampire princess, even Mark Ivanzer.

Mark tilted his head and scrutinised the young guy's blood-red eyes, trying to figure out what was driving the young man to make such a manifestation; to his delight, he had discovered the groom for his daughter.

"Do you know who I am?" the vampire princess said of the young guy.

"Everyone here today knew about you," the charming young man said without lifting his head.

"Then you are completely aware of the dangers of touching me without my permission," the vampire princess said again, her gaze locked on the young guy.

The young guy adjusted her diamond-studded high heels, placed her foot on the heels, and carefully replaced her foot on the floor.

"Even beheading is fine after the satisfaction of serving my vampire princess," the young guy remarked as he rose to his feet and gazed straight into the vampire princess's piercing eyes.

When all murmurs and inhales of air had died away, the young man bowed before his King, while Mark smiled and nodded his head, "Young man..."

"I appreciate your timely gesture of saving my daughter," Mark said, his gaze riveted on the beauty of the princess.

The young man was surprised by Mark's voice and turned to respond, "Oh... Your Highness, I am delighted to assist my king and princess."

Mark was moved by the young man's careful word choice and wanted to learn more about him. So he seized the young man's shoulders, wrapped his arms around his neck, and led him to a corner of the party hall, "May I know your title...?"

"Let me introduce myself, I am Nerus Fangs, the younger son of the Fangs family," the young guy said cheerfully.

Mark led Nerus to the centre of the party hall, where he chose an empty glass. "Tell me about your father's business," Mark said as he poured wine into an empty glass and handed it to Nerus.

"My father is doing great and he is a successful person in his profession," Nerus Fangs said firmly, holding the glass of wine supplied by the King with great care.

Mark furrowed his brows and tightened his gaze on Nerus, asking coldly, "And you... backing him?"

"I am checking over his company overseas," Nerus said, gulping some wine in his throat and with a tiny grin on his lips and confidence in his tongue.

Some man in his late 50’s yelled at his son, “Look... that man got the recognition from Primus. You...”

“Primus just offered a wine; it doesn’t mean that he has accepted that man as the groom to his daughter” –the man of dark-skinned replied and the man told his son, “You fool; an offer of wine from the king is the highest recognition.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen…”

A voice echoed to interrupt the talk and every head turned towards the voice came from.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening. I extend my warm welcome to all our guests who cast great effort to reach here. On the behalf of my father, your king, I would like to share a few things...”

Athiva, her mother and the Queen who was talking with the ladies of a noble family from their lurking community, rushed toward her daughter, “Princess… what are you doing… Come down here” in a warning tone with a polite manner.

The princess continued, “As you all know, I am the only heiress to these assets and my father arranged this party to choose a Watchman who could look over this asset in the name of groom selection…” She looked at the face of her father, Mark. The eyes and face of Mark were filled with anger which made the emergence of his fiery fangs.

All the guests and young men were ragged to be addressed as WATCHMAN by the vampire princess and the entire party hall was filled with disbelief and disappointment to force themselves with cursed words posted towards the princess.

A man told Mark, “My King… Pardon me… Your daughter is beautiful. But, she will be more beautiful if she learns some manners to address our community members with some respect.”

Mark Ivanzer got his extra vein in shame and wanted to stop her, “Come down… you creepy bat.”- yelled at his daughter with his open fangs.

The princess continued her words, “We, the Ivanzer family are devastated to share this sad news that I found very least interest in this Auction. So I thank you for coming and apologize for disappointing young men…”

Everyone raced to the door, cursing the Ivanzer family for giving birth to an ill-mannered girl and mouthing some words they should not have said to their king. Mark's face was covered with humiliation as he pushed himself to intervene to stop his daughter. By clamping his teeth firmly, he had bulged his temples on the forehead.

Nerus Fangs bowed to the king and looked at the vampire princess before leaving the celebration hall to answer a phone call on his smartphone. Mark Ivanzer waited until all the guests had left before opening his bat wings and flying towards his daughter, slapping her on the cheeks and shouting, "You bring shame to me, the Primus... Shame to the King... A shame to our family name!"

As the blow from her father was very hard, the vampire princess fell on the floor reflexively with tears bumped out of her eyes.

"The heads, dare to rise, is advising me... Cursing me... Everything happened, of you filthy bat"- Mark grabbed the hands of his daughter and pulled her to stand on her feet and gave her another slap.

The princess collided with the pillars in the corner of the room and fell to the floor. Athiva arrived to save her daughter and implored, "Don't be too harsh on her... Please spare her... My lord, she is our only child."

Mark fanged in anger, "I don't want to be the father of such an unfilial daughter... Athiva! Make sure my eyes would not grab her presence... If it happened, don't blame for filicide"

The princess got onto her feet and opened her mouth, "Father, pardon me... I don't mean to bring insult to you and our family's pride... I just want to change the fate of our vampire clan."

Mark smirked and turned his face away from his daughter, princess continued, "I just tired of lurking under shadows... Our clan has to become extinct; they demand our drops of blood for various uses... I want a change... I want our clan to be respected by all the livings... We need to reclaim our rights to live... We are not meant to be live in isolation…"

Mark turned his head slowly towards his daughter, raised his eyebrows in disbelief and asked her, "How are you going to execute? We and humans or any other creatures cannot merge in welcoming relationships."

The princess with the hope of winning the argument replied to him, "I have my plans... I don't want this crown... And I am leaving.”

“You are not going anywhere,” Mark grabbed her hand, pulled her towards him and was about to insert his sharp bloodthirsty fangs on the neck of his treasured daughter.

The princess sobbed heavily by pleading with her father, “Father… Give me the last chance…. If I failed, I will return to you and accept the crown to rule this Ireta Catar in fame and glory. Father, Please…?”

Mark was torn between being a father to his beloved daughter and King of the majestic Ireta Catar kingdom and his subjects. Love triumphed over duty in the war between love and duty. He carefully removed the fangs, left her, and marched towards the wide staircase leading to his chamber.

The princess claimed, “Father…?”

Mark spoke on his shoulders without turning his face, “The world is not what it seems to be…. It will teach you in its loutish way…. Brave enough to learn…. I will wait for your soon return,” he then climbed the stairs with a heavy heart of departing his daughter.

The princess replied to him, “I will return to see you not of failure. I am the daughter of Vampire King Mark Ivanzer and I will not accept my conquest that easily”

Athiva's heart pained as she watched the dialogue between her husband and daughter, who were obstinate in their goals and chose to march in opposite paths. The princess caressed her mother and left the grand palace of Ireta Catar, the kingdom of lurking vampires, to explore the new world.

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