The Hidden Princess

Arrogant pr.ick

Chapter 6

I can not believe that arrogant pr.ick of a man, vampire, whatever. As if it is not weird and creepy enough that he has been practically stalking me for the last god knows how many months. He is insistent that not only will I be his food but his little play thing.

I really couldn’t care less right now that he is a vampire, and not just any vampire, but a prince who happens to be next in line for the throne. How dare he demand that I submit to his desires, while he tries to take my choices from me.

I can’t remember ever being this angry, even at the persistent men who think they can charm me and won’t give up. How dare he treat me like an object, I may only be a human, and to the likes of him we are less than them, but I have feelings, and it is not a great feeling to be treated like some sort of s*x toy to the fu.cking prince.

That man had the cheek to storm off angrily at my words to him, because they were not what he wanted to hear. Well tough sh.it prince, go and act like a child who has had his toy taken from him for all I care. You would think that at his age he would be a bit less huffy, and petulant. What kind of king will he be if he can not take the word no, and tries to force his will on others.

Because I am always a happy person with an almost permanent smile on my face my parents look worried when I come home angry and upset. It is just not usually in my personality to be like this, but that man brings out the worse in me I swear, he is infuriating. I am glad now he has taken so long to expose himself to me.

“Hey honey what’s wrong? You look rather upset” Mum asks worried as dad listens on.

“I have just had a run in with that arrogant Prince Louis” I say irritated.

“You should watch what your are saying kiddo, you know they have more sensitive hearing than us, and I don’t want you getting into any bother because of that mouth of yours. Remember we have to be careful what we speak about” dad warns worried that my ever curious mind and lack of filter before I speak will get me into trouble.

“I can’t keep quiet about this dad, do you know he has been following me for God knows how many months now. I have been feeling someone’s eyes on me for a long time. When I called him out today he looked at me like I was naked, and like he couldn’t wait to sink his fangs in me, before he propositioned me. When I said I was not going to become a feeder, he basically said I had no choice and he was going to make me his wh.ore as well as his feeder, before stomping off like a petulant child” I say still furious about his words and his salacious looks.

“How fu.cking dare he talk to you like that? Don’t worry kiddo, we will get this sorted. The king and queen have both given their word that you will not be a feeder. You have much more important work than that in your future” dad says just as angrily. It is not like my gentle father to swear or loose his temper, bit when it comes to me and mum, he would do anything to protect us.

“Calm down dear, it will do no good to storm up there while you are in a temper. Anger and harsh words will not solve anything. You know the king and queen will listen to us, the only thing you will achieve in this mood is to disrespect them, and they are not the ones you are angry at” my ever calm and reasonable mother points out to him, as he let’s out a huge sigh.

“You are right my dear, we will talk to them this evening when we are over at them, by then I should have calmed down enough to discuss this rationally with them” dad concedes. Mum is right I don’t want my parents getting into trouble because of me.

We spend the rest of the afternoon, drinking fruit teas, and eating my mus amazing baking, while chatting about our day and how my studies are going. Prince Louis is a conversation we totally avoid so that we we can keep our mood happy and light.

I am making dinner while my parents are at the castle, it is important to eat well after a feeding to replenish your blood and strength. I have always enjoyed cooking and regularly make the evening meal so that mum and dad don’t have to try and cook when they are tired. Mum has taught me well, it has always been something we enjoyed doing together.

When they cam back from the castle they looked at happy as they normally do, so I guess the chat went well. I hug them both before making them sit so I can dish up the beef casserole I have whipped up, along with the cheesy mash potatoes.

All conversations can wait until we have enjoyed out meal, if it had gone badly I onow that dad would have been in a bad mood so I am not in any rush. Them enjoying my food while they replenish themselves is much more important than my curiosity, beside I want to stay in a good mood so that I can properly enjoy mum’s apple pie that she made earlier with a generous scoop or two of vanilla ice cream.

After we had eaten out dessert and dad had made us all some coffee, we made our way to the living room so we would be more comfortable for our little chat. Thankfully mum started to talk before I needed to ask her how it went. I was just as curious as I was worried that my parents had gotten any backlash for their inquiries.

“The king and queen were asking for you dear, they were also not very happy when we told them how their son had behaved with you. The king in particular was very angry at him and they have both said they will be having words with him so that he doesn’t cause you any more problems. He is away in a couple of days foe the crowning of the new royals in the East dragon kingdom so that will hopefully give him enough space to see sense. Did you hear that the new Queen from the dragon kingdom is a phoenix of all things, can you believe it?” Mum explains before getting carried away with the latest gossip she had heard.

“I hadn’t, I have read about those, there has not been one in the history of Elysium. The last one was when we were all still on earth. It is curious that all of these new beings are appearing now, it has to mean something. Why would we need a phoenix unless there was a danger, and also there is more and more mixed matings making strong hybrids. The gods must know something we don’t and are preparing us for it” I say musing out loud.

“Not everything means that there is a problem kiddo, mixed matings have always happened before, it was just not talked about and they usually rejected their mate or beloved if they were not from the same species” dad says shaking his head at me.

“I suppose, it just seems strange that all of a sudden we have an ice dragon and a Phoenix. Did you know that Phoenix’s were immune to magic. No witch or wizard would be able to harm her in that way, she controls the hottest of fires that a dragon could not withstand, and she can heal with her tears. That’s just what I remember off of the top of my head, who knows what else she can do” I say getting caught up with the excitement.

“My clever, curious little girl, always with her nose in a book. Always curious about the world around her and understanding it. You are going to do great things one day” mum says smiling proudly at me.

“Thats if she manages to not get killed with that mouth of her always talking before thinking” dad teases with a chuckle at the end as I roll my eyes at him.

He knows me far too well, and my inability to keep my thoughts to myself. I should probably work on that at some point as although he is joking, my mouth will most definitely get me into trouble one day, probably not killed mind you, at least I hope not anyway.