"Angelica!" The head maid's voice cut through the air as her hand slapped across my face.
I stumbled to the floor, clutching my cheek where the sting burned hot.
"Why do you always mess up!?" she screamed, leaning in close.
The worst part? She was right. I always messed up tripping, dropping trays, spilling drinks, never able to do anything right.
"Spilling tea on the King ruler of all vampires!" she spat.
I blinked down at the shattered teapot and cup scattered on the marble floor. When I lifted my eyes again, the head maid's nose was nearly pressed against mine, her lips parting for more insults…
"What's going on here?"
I froze. That voice.
It was the vampire prince, Nicholas. His yellow eyes glowed faintly red.
"Oh, Prince Nicholas!" The head maid stiffened, forcing a smile. "What a pleasant surprise. I was just, um, reminding Angelica here to be more careful, that's all."
"Really?" Nicholas's tone sharpened. "Because it sounded more like yelling."
Her face blanked with fear.
I couldn't help but snicker. Karma at its finest. If it weren't for my job, I'd have pounded her smug face myself.
But my smile faded the moment Nicholas turned his gaze on me.
"Who hit you?" His voice was low, stern.
My breath caught. How could he tell? He must've heard it.
"Um, Prince Nicholas, aren't you busy-"
"I wasn't asking you." His eyes turned colder than ice.
He softened only when he looked at me again. "Angelica, don't be afraid. Tell me. Who hit you?" He reached out, taking my hand gently.
"I…" My eyes flicked toward the head maid, who looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.
"Lacy. The head maid."
Nicholas turned to her instantly. "You're fired. I no longer want to see you in the palace. You may return to the village and only return if summoned."
Tears welled in her eyes as she bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty."
The guards dragged her away. That was the last I ever saw of her.
Nicholas faced me again, his expression softening. "Angelica, my deepest apologies."
I waved my hands quickly. "No, please there's no need to apologize. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I spilled tea on your father. He probably hates me."
Nicholas chuckled. "Trust me, it takes a lot for him to hate someone. He knows it was an accident."
My cheeks warmed when he patted my head before walking off. I couldn't help watching him disappear down the hallway.
"Angelica."
I turned to see Alexander, Nicholas's personal friend, approaching with an ice pack.
"His Majesty asked me to bring this for you."
I hesitated, then pressed it against my cheek. "Thank you."
He nodded and left.
On my way back to my room, chaos struck again.
"Woahhhh! Watch out!!"
Before I could react, I slammed into Jake Nicholas's younger brother. Sixteen years old and still bouncing around like a child.
"Sorry, Angelica! Are you okay?"
"Yes, don't worry, I'm fine."
He sighed in relief. "Good. I'd stay, but I'm in a rush. See you later!"
He dashed down the hall. I shook my head with a faint smile. These princes weren't like the selfish royals in the stories.
But my peace was short-lived.
"Oh my goodness, did you see Prince Nicholas walking down the hall? So dreamy."
"I know, he's so hot! I hope he picks a queen soon."
"Ugh, he's just perfect."
I rolled my eyes. Typical. Every maid turned into a lovesick puppy whenever Nicholas appeared. Why couldn't they act like adults and do their jobs?
I reached my door just as Stephanie, another maid, practically drooled at the sight of Nicholas. "Hiii Nicholas!"
He forced a smile and kept walking.
I slipped inside my room, muttering, I should thank him for the ice pack later. My reflection in the mirror showed my cheek still red. Hours passed until a knock came at my door.
"The King and Queen want to see all the maids in the throne room immediately."
My stomach dropped. That was never good news.
We gathered in the throne room, lined up like soldiers.
"Hello, everyone," Queen Lizzy said kindly. "You are all gathered here today because the princes are going to choose their own personal maids."
Personal maids? For a sixteen- and twenty-one-year-old prince? This should be interesting.
"Jake, you go first," the King announced.
Jake squinted at the line, then grinned. "Hmm… I'll go with Linda."
Good choice. Linda was hardworking and almost never messed up. Unlike me.
"And now you, Prince Nicholas."
Nicholas's eyes swept the line. Then stopped.
"Angelica."
My heart dropped.
Why me? Of all people… why me?
"Alright, it's settled. Everyone may be excused except for Linda and Angelica."
The other maids filed out of the throne room, their faces heavy with disappointment.
"You shall begin tomorrow morning," the King said.
Linda nodded respectfully and left.
I bowed to the King. "I would like to apologize for spilling tea on you."
The King chuckled warmly. "No worries, Angelica. I am not mad at you."
Relief loosened my chest as I lifted my gaze to his.
"Thank you for giving me so many chances."
"Of course," he said kindly. "You may take your leave now. Get plenty of rest tonight."
I bowed again and made my way to the hall.
The moment I closed the door behind me, a wall of angry faces greeted me, maids glaring daggers at me.
"Can I help you?" I broke the silence.
"How could he pick you?" one sneered.
I rolled my eyes. Really? What is this high school drama?
"Yeah," another spat. "You're the worst maid here. And you're gross."
I sighed. What a childish argument.
"Girls, please. I'm going to my room. If you could start acting your age, that'd be great."
I tried to walk past, but one of them slammed her hand against the wall, blocking my path.
"You're not going anywhere."
I narrowed my eyes. "You know, you're really pushing it."
"Pushing what exactly? We're going to teach you a lesson."
I bit my tongue to hold in a laugh. Are they seriously trying to fight me… over a man they find attractive?
"Are you wanting to start a fight?" I asked flatly.
"Are you stupid? What about 'teach you a lesson' did you not understand?"
A grin spread across my face. "Your words, not mine."
My fist connected with her nose before she could blink. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her face as blood gushed between her fingers. Her eyes watered in shock.
My vision sharpened. My fangs extended. My eyes glowed red.
"Anyone else want to teach me a lesson?" I asked coldly.
The maids stumbled back, shaking their heads.
"Didn't think so." I stepped over the girl and headed to my room. "Pointless to think I had to waste my fist on someone like you."
Once inside, I changed into my pajamas and collapsed on my bed. Sleep came quickly.
Morning came too soon. I slipped into my maid uniform and headed to Prince Nicholas's chamber. I knocked lightly.
"Come in," his voice called.
I stepped inside. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his shirt hanging open, revealing part of his chest.
"Good morning, Your Majesty."
He yawned and waved lazily. "Morning, Angelica."
"What would you like me to do?"
He stared at me for a long moment. Then he stood, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me toward his closet.
"Since it's your first day, I'll explain everything."
He gestured at the neatly arranged rows of princely outfits.
"Every morning, you'll pick out what I wear for the day."
Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me to his desk.
"Next, you'll check my schedule and remind me of all my kingly duties."
I rolled my eyes. "That's it?"
"And of course," he added with a smirk, "prepare my meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
I exhaled softly. That's… actually simple. Still doesn't explain why he chose me of all people.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked carefully.
He tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
"You've seen me mess up. Why choose me?"
His smile softened. "Because you're the only girl here who doesn't look at me with googly eyes. You're real. And yes you mess up, but I believe in you."
I frowned at his gentle smile. It was too simple, too easy. And yet… it was strangely comforting.
The door opened.
"Your Majesty, the King and Queen would like to see you," Alexander announced.
Nicholas sighed, then glanced at me. "Come." He tilted his head toward the hall.
I groaned but followed.
"Nicholas, have you chosen a wife yet?" the King asked as soon as we entered.
Nicholas groaned. "No, Father. I have not."
"Nicholas, you'll be King in three days," Queen Lizzy pressed. "You must have a Queen by your side."
They sounded desperate. Couldn't he rule without a wife?
"I know, Mother."
"We only care for you," she insisted. "But without a wife, there will be no heir. The bloodline must continue."
Nicholas's jaw tightened. "Mother, I want to marry for love not for politics."
Her eyes shimmered with tears. "Yes… that's important too."
Silence followed. The conversation ended with no resolution.
As we walked back, I finally spoke. "So… you have to find a wife?"
"Yes." He rubbed his forehead.
I said nothing. For the first time, I almost felt bad for him.
"My parents want me to create an heir. But that isn't fair. I want a family built on love, not politics."
I blinked at him. That's… actually beautiful.
"The maids only see my looks. They don't love me for who I am."
I hesitated. "What do you want in a wife?"
He smiled faintly. "Someone I can fall in love with. Someone who loves me for me not for my crown."
For once, I had no response. This side of Nicholas was… unexpected.
I picked up his pajamas from the closet and handed them to him. "It's getting late. You should rest."
Turning around to give him privacy, I waited until he changed.
When I faced him again, he stood in his nightclothes, still casually baring his chest. If one of the other girls saw this, she'd faint on the spot.
"Good night, Your Majesty."
"Please," he said softly, "call me Nicholas."
I nodded once and left.
Back in my room, I collapsed into bed, staring at the ceiling.
Two days. Two days until Nicholas becomes King.
"Good morning, Nicholas," I said, entering his room with a tired yawn.
"Good morning."
I went to the closet and picked out an outfit. "Does this look good?" I asked, holding it up.
He gave it a glance with half-lidded eyes. "Yes."
I handed him the clothes, then lifted the clipboard. "Today isn't too bad. Breakfast with your family, then listening to villagers' complaints… and, of course, choosing a wife."
He groaned.
"Will your parents be upset if you become king without a queen?" I asked carefully.
"Not necessarily. They just prefer I choose one beforehand but that's not happening."
He quickly dressed and we headed to the dining hall, where his family was already seated.
"Good morning, my boy," the King greeted.
"Morning, Dad," Nicholas muttered, sliding into his chair and staring down at his food.
I bowed politely. "Call me whenever you need. I shall take my leave."
"No, stay," he said quickly.
"Okay."
The Queen's sharp gaze flicked toward me. "Nicholas, this is a family breakfast. Angelica, if you don't mind, you may be excused."
I bowed again and left the hall.
Behind me, I heard Lizzie laugh softly. "Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas… this is just sad."
"What?" Nicholas mumbled, his mouth full of food.
"You like her."
His eyes narrowed. "Who? Angelica?"
"Yes. It's so obvious. I could tell from the moment she arrived because she doesn't stare at you like the others. Why waste time pretending, when you've already fallen in love with her?"
Nicholas lowered his gaze to his plate. Silence stretched.
"Of course I like her," he finally admitted. "But I don't think she feels the same."
His mother leaned forward, her tone soft but insistent. "My advice is simple: tell her now, before it's too late."
"You mother's right," the King added.
Nicholas's jaw tightened, then he rose from his chair with sudden resolve. "You're right. I'll talk to her."
His parents smiled with approval.
I was in my room, bored, when a knock came at the door. Opening it, I found Alexander.
"The Prince wants to speak with you," he said.
Something in my gut twisted. My hands trembled as I walked down the hall. When I reached Nicholas's chamber, I knocked lightly.
"Come in."
I stepped inside. He stood by the window, looking serious.
"We need to talk."
Those words made my stomach drop. My hand pressed against my gut as nerves ran cold. Please… not what I think it is. Don't send me away. I can't go back home I want to stay here. This job means everything to me. For once, I've managed not to ruin everything.
"Angelica," Nicholas said firmly, "you're fired."
The breath caught in my throat.
"Nicholas, please, if there's any other way—"
"I'm firing you," he interrupted, "because I want you to become my wife."
I froze.
He stepped closer, his voice steady. "During breakfast, I spoke with my parents. Thanks to my mother's advice, I realized I needed to say this… I have feelings for you."
I couldn't speak.
"You're the only girl who looks at me as me. Not a prince. Not power or wealth. Just… me."
My back pressed against the wall as he closed the distance between us. His hand cupped my cheek, the other resting gently on my waist. My breath hitched.
"Tell me no," he whispered, "and I'll stop."
I didn't.
He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to mine. My eyes widened, then fluttered closed. Slowly, I kissed him back, placing my hands against his chest. The warmth of his lips lingered as he pulled away, smiling.
"Angelica… will you be my wife?"
Heat rose to my cheeks. I hesitated, words tangling on my tongue. "You know, I… I have feelings for you too. I just never said anything. I don't believe in love. Not really."
He chuckled softly. "Then let me prove that love should exist by making you my queen. So, what do you say?"
He searched my eyes, patient. "No pressure. I'd rather you be honest than lie just to make me happy."
I held his gaze. My lips parted. "…Yes."
His smile brightened as he slipped a ring onto my finger. I stared at it, speechless. A deep green stone shimmered, flanked by smaller gems that caught the light like drops of dew.
"It's gorgeous," I breathed.
"Glad you like it."
He clasped my hand and tugged me gently toward the door.
"Where are we going?"
"To tell my parents I've chosen a wife."
My chest tightened as he led me to the throne room. His father looked up from his kingly duties.
"Mother, Father I've chosen a wife," Nicholas announced.
The Queen clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful! Let's make the royal announcement!"
I forced a smile, nausea curling in my stomach.
The King's tone was more measured. "Tonight we will gather the nobles. They will decide if Nicholas's choice is… suitable."
The Queen sighed. "You're right. I suppose I got a little too excited."
Nicholas let out a breath. "If you don't mind, I'll take my leave."
That evening, the hall was filled with nobles the Duke and Duchess, the Marquess and Marchioness, the Baron and Baroness, the Lord and Lady.
The King's voice carried across the chamber. "I have gathered you here to announce that my son, Prince Nicholas, has chosen a wife. Angelica Quinn, a maid in our service since the age of seventeen. She is now twenty years old, and she has been chosen."
A ripple of whispers broke out.
"A maid?" the Duke scoffed.
"How can a maid become queen when she's failed so often at her duties?" the Countess said with a mocking smile. "Have you seen her? She doesn't even drink human blood. She drinks from animals. A vegan vampire, imagine that!"
The Queen's eyes narrowed. "Her diet has nothing to do with her worth as a queen, my lady."
The Countess scoffed and rolled her eyes, but before the bickering escalated further, the King raised his hand.
"Enough. The matter will rest for now. My son is to be crowned king today."
The hall fell silent.
Later, I sat in my room, staring at the rain streaking the window. My chest ached with disbelief. He really chose me.
Yes… I had feelings for him all along. My heart always beat faster when he was near. I just ignored it, afraid to trust in love.
But now… maybe I want to try. Maybe I want to believe love should exist.
As I walked down the hallway, lost in thought, voices reached my ears. I froze, listening.
A maid's voice rang through the corridor.
"I can't believe Prince Nicholas is becoming king today!"
"This is so exciting!" another replied.
That's right. I completely forgot today was the coronation. Heart racing, I hurried down the main hall where a crowd of people had gathered. Slipping through the sea of bodies, I finally caught sight of the King and Queen standing proudly at the front.
"Hello, my people," the King announced. "We are gathered here to honor our Prince, Nicholas, as he becomes King!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
I tried to focus, but a sudden wave of dizziness nearly knocked me off my feet. Shaking my head, I forced myself to look toward the stage. Nicholas was making his way down the red carpet, each step slow and deliberate until he reached the crown. He bowed before his father.
The King placed the crown upon his son's head. "My son, you are now King of this land, the Kingdom of Ambrose. It is your duty to protect your people and be the leader they need."
"I will, Father," Nicholas said with a proud smile.
The crowd cheered again, but another dizzy spell hit me, harder this time. My vision blurred. My knees buckled. And then darkness.
"Angelica!" Nicholas's voice cut through the haze.
I felt his arms catch me before I hit the floor, his hand gripping mine as he shook me. "Angelica! Angelica!"
My eyes fluttered open, meeting his worried face.
"Why do you have that look?" I whispered weakly.
He chuckled in relief. "You passed out. What do you expect me to do not worry about my fiancée?"
"Oh…" It was all I could manage.
With his help, I sat up, still dizzy but steady enough. A thousand eyes were fixed on me, and shame burned my cheeks.
"My deepest apologies, everyone."
King James stepped closer. "Are you all right, child?"
I nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. And… congratulations on your son's coronation."
"Thank you," Nicholas replied warmly, though his eyes never left me.
That night, I ran into him in the corridor King Nicholas, no longer just a prince.
"Angelica, are you all right?" he asked, rushing toward me. He caught my hand in his.
"I'm fine," I said, though his worried gaze made my heart stutter.
"I've been thinking about you all day." He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I didn't know what to do. Slowly, hesitantly, I hugged him back.
"Don't scare me like that again."
I said nothing, only clung to him.
"If you weren't feeling well, you should have stayed behind," he murmured against my hair. "I would have understood."
So much worry over me fainting.
He kissed my hand, then without warning, scooped me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. I gasped.
"What are you doing?"
"Carrying you to our bedroom."
Our bedroom? Since when?
"You know I can walk."
"I know," he said softly, "but I want to carry you. I want to hold you close tonight."
"We're not even married," I stammered.
"I know. But we will be soon. And until then…" He smirked faintly. "Consider this practice."
Despite myself, a little smile tugged at my lips.
He opened the door with his foot and set me gently on his bed. Then, to my shock, he tugged off his shirt.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I sputtered, waving my hands. "Doesn't this usually happen after marriage?!"
He blinked. "What? No! I just sleep without a shirt it gets hot."
I narrowed my eyes. What a lame excuse. He never did this before. Was he trying to fluster me on purpose?
"And besides," he added, more serious now, his hand brushing my cheek, "I'd never do anything without your consent. Ever."
My breath caught. Words failed me.
"I do need to change out of these pants, though," he said lightly, breaking the moment.
I chuckled nervously. "Fair enough."
"Do you… know much about couples?" he asked as he gathered clothes.
I shook my head.
"Well, usually it's normal for couples to see each other change. Not in a creepy way just… life. But since we're not married, you can turn around if you'd like. You wouldn't see anything but my underwear anyway."
Blushing furiously, I turned around. "Fine. Just… tell me when you're done."
A few moments later, he tapped my shoulder. "All clear."
I turned back. He was shirtless, but at least changed.
"My pajamas are in my room," I mumbled, heading for the door.
"Oh! Right. Sorry, I should've thought of that." He opened the door for me politely.
I changed into my pajamas, but as I stood in my empty room, a strange pull tugged at me. Before I could second-guess myself, I found my feet carrying me back to his door. I knocked.
He opened it almost immediately. "Angelica."
I swallowed hard. "I figured… if we're going to be married, I should know what it's like to share a bed."
A smile lit his face as he stepped aside. I climbed onto the bed, and he followed, settling beside me.
Turning toward him, I felt the warmth of his hand on my cheek. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. I kissed him back, shy but steady.
I pulled away just enough to speak, my heart pounding. "Nicholas, I…"
"What's on your mind?" Nicholas asked softly.
I hesitated, then blurted out, "I've been thinking… what if we don't get married?"
His answer came quickly, firm. "We will. I'm confident of it. No matter what the nobles say, I'll fight for you. I don't want anyone else as my wife but you." He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his hand lingering warmly on my cheek.
I sighed, silence stretching between us until I whispered, "Hey, Nicholas?"
"Yeah?"
"When we're married… will we have, um…" The words stuck in my throat.
"Sex?" he finished gently.
My cheeks burned. "Um, yeah."
He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "Yes, Angelica. But only when you're ready. It doesn't have to be on our wedding night or honeymoon. There's more to a marriage than that. Sex is just one way of growing closer to your partner and yes, if you want children." He chuckled lightly.
"Speaking of children… your parents want an heir."
"Yes." His expression softened.
"Are you going to get what you want and then leave me?"
"No." His tone was firm, unshakable. "You're a woman, which means carrying a child for nine months. That's not something I'd force on you because of tradition. They'll have to wait. I love you for you, Angelica. I want a family with you not because of duty, but because I'd love to be a father. With you." He kissed my hand tenderly.
You shouldn't, I thought, though my heart betrayed me by pounding harder.
"Wow," I whispered. "I never knew sex could be… like that."
He grinned. "Yep."
I studied his face a moment longer, then yawned.
"We should rest," he said as another yawn escaped me.
I laid my head down, only to feel his arm slide around my waist, pulling me closer.
"I hope you don't mind if we cuddle," he murmured.
I shook my head and nestled my face into his chest. My hand rested against his heart, its steady rhythm oddly comforting. If he was going to be my husband, I'd have to get used to this closeness. The thought made me smile faintly.
His breathing grew even as sleep claimed him, and soon I drifted off too.
Morning light spilled into the room. I stretched, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced over at Nicholas. He was still asleep, his features softened in slumber. Gently, I brushed his hair back from his face.
When I first became a maid, I thought he only used his charm and looks to make women fall for him. But as I got to know him, I realized I cared for him not for his image, but for his heart. That's what made mine race.
He stirred, eyelids fluttering open. "Morning."
"Good morning," I replied softly.
Flustered, I slipped from the bed and placed my hand on the door. "I should get dressed."
"Right," he agreed.
After changing, I returned to my usual quarters until the meeting with the nobles later that day. The atmosphere was far calmer than before fewer arguments, but the tension lingered.
"I still don't think she's fit to be a queen and rule a nation," Baron scoffed.
King James's voice cut through the chamber with steel. "It's not as though she will be alone. My son is king now, and he has chosen a woman who loves him not for his crown, but for himself. She already knows royal etiquette, and she has proven her loyalty. If you deny her, Nicholas would end up with someone who only cares for his looks, wealth, or reputation. Is that what you want for your king? A wife who takes nothing seriously, who marries for status? Angelica was chosen by my son as his personal maid and has not failed him once. She loves him, and she will take her duty seriously."
The room fell into stunned silence.
"Well then," James continued. "All those in favor of Angelica becoming Nicholas's wife and Queen of Ambrose?"
Hands rose every single one of them. Not a single noble opposed.
"It is decided," the King declared. "Angelica shall become Nicholas's wife and the Queen of this kingdom."
My chest tightened, rising and falling rapidly as I was summoned to the throne room. Nicholas stood at his father's side, his eyes on me.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked nervously. Did they find out about me?
The King smiled. "Angelica, I called you here to congratulate you. The nobles and I are in agreement you will become the King's wife, and Queen of this nation."
Nicholas stepped down from the throne and pulled me into his arms. "I told you," he whispered.
I hugged him back slowly, still dazed.
Lizzie grinned from nearby. "It's funny, never once in a noble meeting has there been fourteen out of fourteen votes. James must have given one powerful speech. But of course, he'll always defend his daughter-in-law."
Daughter-in-law. The words made my heart skip. Something else to get used to.
"Now we must prepare for the wedding," Lizzie said brightly, taking my hand. "Come, Angelica, let's pick out your wedding dress."
The shop was dazzling, rows of gowns shimmering in white and silver. My eyes widened at the beauty surrounding me. Dress after dress gleamed under the lights, delicate lace and flowing silk tempting me at every turn.
I trailed my fingers along the fabrics, pausing when I found a gown that seemed to call to me. My heart fluttered as I stepped into it, smoothing the fabric before walking out to show my future mother-in-law.
"Wow, that one is pretty," I whispered, admiring the dress in the mirror.
Lizzie nodded, smiling softly. "I agree."
I tried on the second gown, and the moment I saw my reflection, tears welled in my eyes. "I think I like this one more... but maybe I should try the third, just to be sure." My voice cracked as I looked over at Lizzie, who now had tears of her own.
She gave me a small nod.
I slipped into the third dress and stepped out for her to see.
"They're all beautiful," she said, "but you should choose the one that speaks to you."
I laughed through my tears. "Well, I did cry in dress number two, so... I think that's the one."
Lizzie nodded approvingly, but before I could say anything more, the manager stepped forward.
"That one is priced at three-point-five million."
My eyes widened. Three and a half million?! I don't have anything close to that kind of money—
"Perfect," Lizzie interrupted smoothly.
"What? But I—"
She raised her hand gently to stop me. "Oh, honey, don't worry. I'm paying for it."
My stomach twisted. "No, I couldn't possibly let you—"
"Trust me," she said with a kind smile. "Three and a half million is nothing. What matters is making this day perfect for you."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Thank you."
"No problem. Let's make this the most special day of your life."
On the ride back, she told me about the venue. "The wedding will take place at the Royal Vampire Shrine. Nicholas chose it himself. It's breathtaking, you'll love it."
I stared out the window. It almost feels like they've planned everything already.
"You should start thinking about who you'd like to invite," Lizzie added gently. "Your parents, of course?"
I blinked. "My… parents?"
She nodded.
My adopted mom and dad. "Of course. I'll invite them. I only have a few people I'd like there, if that's all right."
"Not at all."
Later, I called home.
"Hello?" my mother's familiar voice answered.
"Hi, Mom. Is Dad with you?"
"Yes do you want me to put you on speaker?"
"Please."
A click, then Dad's warm voice. "Hi, baby girl. How are you doing?"
"I'm good. How about you two?"
"We're doing well," he said.
I took a deep breath. "So… I'm getting married. To Nicholas. The vampire prince well, king now. I'm going to become Queen of Ambrose. The wedding is in a week, and I was hoping you could come."
There was a sharp gasp.
"Oh, honey, that's incredible!" Mom exclaimed. "Of course we'll come!"
Relief flooded me. "Yay! I'll send the invitation soon."
"We love you, sweetheart," Dad added.
"Love you too."
I called my sisters, Miriam and Vivienne, and asked them to be bridesmaids. Their squeals of excitement filled the line.
For the first time, the wedding felt real.
The week passed in a blur, and suddenly it was my wedding day.
I stood in front of the mirror, bouquet in hand, my dress glittering under the soft light.
"You look beautiful, Angelica," Dad whispered, eyes misty.
"Thanks, Dad." I hugged him, my tears smudging the edge of his suit.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded, heart pounding.
The doors of the shrine creaked open, and I gasped. Flowers lined the aisle, their petals glowing as sunlight poured through the tall windows. Lizzie had been right the place was magical.
Thoren, my adopted father, walked me down the aisle. When Nicholas came into view, already crying, my own tears fell freely.
I handed my bouquet to Miriam and took Nicholas's hand. His fingers trembled as he held mine.
The officiant began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Nicholas Walker and Angelica Quinn. If anyone objects, speak now or forever hold your peace."
"I do!"
A voice cut through the shrine like a knife.
Gasps rippled through the crowd as a young woman stepped forward. The nobleman's daughter.
"I was supposed to marry Nicholas not her!"
Nicholas's jaw tightened. "Shannon, what are you doing here?" His tone was sharp.
"You were promised to me!"
"Guards!" King James barked. "Remove her immediately."
"No! You can't do this!" she shrieked as the guards dragged her out.
The shrine fell into uneasy silence until Nicholas squeezed my hand, eyes steady on mine. "You okay?"
I nodded.
The officiant cleared his throat. "Let us continue. Nicholas, do you take Angelica to be your wedded wife to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Nicholas said firmly.
"And Angelica, do you take Nicholas—"
"I do."
Nicholas turned to me, voice breaking as he spoke his vows. "Angelica, from the moment I met you, I knew you were different. You saw me for who I was, not for my title. That's when I fell in love with you. I vow to protect you, honor you, and cherish you as my wife, and as my Queen."
Tears blurred my vision. "Nicholas, thank you for giving me a chance at something I was so afraid of. You make me believe in love. I vow to stand by you, care for you, and honor you always."
The rings slid onto our fingers, binding us in gold.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
His lips met mine, and the shrine erupted in cheers.
Hand in hand, we walked down the aisle King and Queen of Ambrose.
Later, the hall doors opened, and all eyes turned to us.
"Introducing Their Majesties, King Nicholas and Queen Angelica of Ambrose!" James announced proudly.
Nicholas leaned down and whispered, "Are you ready to dance?"
My eyes widened. "Dance? Oh no, I can't dance!"
"Hey," Nicholas said softly, reassuring me with a smile. "It's only a slow dance. Just follow my lead, okay?"
I nodded. He guided me to the center of the floor, his hands resting gently on my waist. I looped my arms around his neck and let my head rest against his chest. As the music played, we swayed together. For a moment, it felt as if the entire room disappeared just me and him moving as one.
When dinner was served, we sat at our special table. Before long, my sisters approached to give their toasts.
Miriam, my eldest sister, smiled warmly as she held the microphone. "Hi everyone. I'm Miriam, the bride's older sister. I just want to say how happy I am that Angelica found someone who makes her smile the way Nicholas does. She's my baby sister, and seeing her like this means everything. Angelica, I hope your journey with Nicholas is filled with love and joy."
She handed the mic to Vivienne, my younger sister. Her eyes already shimmered with tears. "Hi, I'm Vivienne. Angelica… I'm so glad you found someone who brings you happiness. And Nicholas—" her voice cracked, "please take good care of her. She deserves nothing less." She wiped her tears before passing the mic.
By then I was already crying, and when my father stood to speak, I could hardly hold back more.
Later, it was time for the parent dances. Nicholas danced with his mother while I slow danced with my dad. He leaned down, whispering, "You're so beautiful, honey."
I wiped away a tear. "Thank you, Dad."
"I'm proud of you. I'm glad you found happiness. But listen to me if anything ever makes you feel unsafe, don't hesitate to come to me. No matter what."
I nodded, my throat tight. "Thank you… for not giving up on me."
"I never will," he said firmly. Then, lowering his voice, "But does Nicholas know about your past?"
I shook my head. "No. I'm afraid to tell him."
"When the time feels right, tell him before it's too late."
Meanwhile, Nicholas was dancing with Lizzie, his mother. She gave a guilty smile. "Listen, Nicholas, your father and I owe you an apology. We pressured you into finding a wife before you became king and made it about heirs and appearances instead of your happiness. We never considered your feelings."
"Hey, it's okay, Mom. Just… promise you won't do the same to Jake when it's his turn."
She chuckled softly. "We won't. But if Angelica ever makes you feel unsafe, your father and I are always here for you."
"I know," Nicholas said with a small smile.
"Good," Lizzie teased. "Some girls can be a little crazy."
"That's for sure."
The evening rolled on. Soon someone announced, "Alright, everyone, it's time for the bride and groom to cut the cake!"
Nicholas and I made our way to the towering chocolate fudge cake. The decorations were exquisite. We cut into it together, but when I lifted a slice I smashed it against his face.
He burst into laughter and smeared a bit on my nose, making the crowd roar with laughter. Soon everyone was enjoying cake, wine, and dancing.
Hours later, after changing into a short white dress, I joined the dance floor again, moving clumsily but carefree. Laughter surrounded me, and when it was time to toss the bouquet, all the single ladies gathered. I tossed it over my head and turned just in time to see both my sisters catch it together.
"Well, looks like you two are next," I teased.
They laughed, and the music carried on until the night's grand exit. Nicholas took my hand, and together we walked out to cheers.
Back at the palace, in our chamber, I let out a long sigh. "I'm exhausted."
"Me too," he admitted.
I grabbed my pajamas, hesitating. "Since we're married now… I guess I'll have to get used to changing in front of you."
Nicholas shook his head gently. "Only if you're comfortable. I'll never force you."
I looked at him for a long moment, then slipped off my dress, left only in my bra and underwear. My cheeks flushed, but Nicholas simply undressed to his pajama bottoms, his gaze soft, not demanding. I slipped into my own pajamas and climbed into bed beside him. He pulled me close, kissing my forehead before drifting to sleep.
I lay there a moment, listening to his steady breathing, then closed my eyes. After hours of dancing and laughter, exhaustion finally took me.
The next morning, I stirred with a yawn. Nicholas moved, kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Morning, beautiful."
"Morning," I replied, smiling.
"I planned something for us," Nicholas whispered.
"What?" I looked up at him.
"To celebrate our honeymoon."
"Like what?" I asked, curiosity rising.
He smirked. "It's a surprise. You'll see tonight."
"Okay…" I said, though anticipation already tugged at me.
That evening, a letter was slipped under my door. I picked it up, unfolded it, and read Nicholas's familiar handwriting:
Follow the red string, and there you'll find me.
Intrigued, I hurried outside. A trail of red string wound through the palace halls and gardens. Minutes later, it led me into the rose garden where Nicholas stood waiting.
"Surprise," he said with a smile. "I planned a private dinner for us. Alexander will be our waiter tonight."
I froze, stunned. He reached out his hand, and I took it. He guided me to a candlelit table. The air smelled of roses and warm wax.
"You… did all this?" I asked.
He nodded, a little proud.
"Ahem!"
We both turned. Jake was standing nearby with his arms crossed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, startled.
"I want the credit!"
Nicholas sighed. "Fine. Jake helped, too. He was excited to be part of it excited to have a big sister."
Jake's face flushed red. "Shut up! I only offered because this idiot doesn't know how to set a table."
Nicholas pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not true," he muttered.
"Jake, can you go?" Nicholas said more firmly. "This is Angelica's and my honeymoon."
"Ugh, whatever." He stomped off.
I laughed softly. "Whether he admits it or not, he's really happy to have a big sister."
Nicholas gave a small smile. "He is." Then his eyes softened. "I'm just happy to see you happy."
Heat crept into my cheeks. "That goes for me too."
Alexander appeared with plates, setting them gently before us. Real food not blood.
"Thank you," I said.
"Of course, my Queen."
The word still felt strange. Queen. Something I'd have to get used to.
We lingered there for over an hour, talking and laughing under the stars. By the time we returned to our chamber, I sat on the bed and looked at him with a full heart.
"I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you."
He smiled. "Of course."
Silence settled for a moment. My face warmed as I blurted, "So… we're married now. And it's our honeymoon."
I immediately lay back, embarrassed. Why did I say that?
Nicholas tilted his head. "Angelica… are you implying—?"
I nodded. My voice was quiet. "I want to experience this with you. But only if it's out of love not because you need an heir."
His expression turned serious. "They want an heir, and one day we'll give them one. But not because of their obsession. Only because I want a family with you."
He reached for my hand and kissed my forehead. "I once told you I didn't believe in love. But you've been proving me wrong. Prove me even more wrong tonight."
I sat up, placing my hands on his cheeks. His face flushed. "I wouldn't have said yes to you if I didn't feel something real. There is a spark, Nicholas. I love you."
Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me, gently pressing me back against the bed. His shirt came off, leaving only his pants. He hovered above me, our fingers entwined as he pinned my hands softly to the sheets.
"Of course, I'll love you tonight," he whispered. His lips brushed my neck, sending my heart racing.
"Nicholas…" I breathed.
"Yes?" His eyes met mine.
"This… this is about our connection. About love. I'm not ready for children yet."
His grip softened. He let go of my hands, placing one gently against my chest. "Of course," he said reassuringly. Then he laced his fingers with mine again, holding me with steady tenderness.
"I promise I'll be gentle. You're safe with me. Always."
The warmth in his eyes, the way he looked at me, told me I could trust him completely. And I wanted this connection with him, and only him.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I pulled the sheets up around me, heart still pounding with last night's memories. Nicholas stirred beside me, then leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"Hi there, beautiful."
I blushed. "Hi."
I sat up, the sheets still pulled across my chest. My eyes drifted to the floor as last night replayed in my mind. Something felt… different. Stronger. I couldn't name it, but my feelings for him had grown.
"Hey, are you okay?" Nicholas's voice was gentle.
I didn't trust my voice, so I only nodded.
He shifted closer, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Thank you for trusting me last night." He pressed a soft kiss against my skin, his lips brushing my neck.
"In my opinion, last night was special," he whispered. "And I'm glad I shared it with you." Another kiss, then he rolled out of bed. "We should head to breakfast."
I nodded again, though my thoughts lingered.
A year later, whispers of expectation followed me everywhere. Everyone seemed obsessed with the same question: when would we have a child?
The pressure clawed at me until I excused myself, my chest tightening.
"Please… excuse me," I muttered, before rushing down the corridor.
"Angelica!" Nicholas's voice chased after me, but I was already in our bedroom, collapsing to the floor. My breaths came too fast, my heart racing. My hands trembled as I pressed one against my chest, tears blurring my vision.
The door creaked open.
"Angelica hey, woah, what's wrong?" Nicholas knelt in front of me, cupping my cheeks.
"I—" my voice cracked. "Everyone keeps asking when we'll have a baby. I can't take it anymore. I'm scared, Nicholas. Scared of pregnancy, of being a bad mom… and I feel like I'm stealing your chance to be a dad, because I know how much you want it."
My body shook harder.
He pulled me closer, his voice firm but tender. "Don't you dare say that. You won't be a bad mom. And you're not taking anything from me. If we have a child or if we don't I'll be by your side. Always. Those people don't matter. Only you do."
His words steadied me. Slowly, my breathing eased.
"We've only been married a year," he reminded me softly. "We still have time."
Tears clung to my lashes. "I do want to be a mom, Nicholas. Not because of what people say, but because the thought of having a family with you sounds… amazing. I'm just scared of the journey. Of who I'll be."
"Angelica," he said firmly, "you will be a wonderful mother."
No, he doesn't know my past. He thinks he does, but he doesn't. I don't know how to tell him.
"There's no rush," he added, wrapping me in his arms. "I married you because I love you."
"I know."
Warmth spread through me as I whispered, "I love you, Nicholas." The words were easier now.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
I smiled faintly. "Yes."
"Next time, don't hide from me. Embrace me instead."
"Okay."
I stood, brushing my tears away. "I'm going to make a quick phone call, if that's okay."
"You don't need my permission," he said softly before leaving me alone.
I dialed Miriam.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sis. I need to ask you something and it's better over the phone."
"What's up?"
I sighed deeply. "What… what is pregnancy like? You're a mom, so you'd know better than anyone."
Miriam hesitated, then spoke with honesty. "Being a first-time mom is terrifying. But it's worth it. Pregnancy is a lot of work, yes, but you won't be alone. You'll have Nicholas. And the moment your baby is born? The pain disappears the second you hear that first cry and hold them in your arms. Trust me it's unlike anything else."
Hope stirred in my chest.
"Angelica, if you want to be a mom, then be one. Don't make yourself miserable. You deserve happiness."
Tears pricked my eyes again. "I don't know what I'd do without you and Vivienne."
"We feel the same. Love you."
"Love you too."
When we hung up, I knew. I wanted this.
I rushed through the palace, searching until I found Nicholas speaking with the guards in the main hall.
"Nicholas!"
He turned, concern flashing across his face as I ran to him. "Angelica?"
I caught my breath. "I think… I think I want us to have a baby."
His eyes widened. "What? Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured."
I shook my head. "I talked to Miriam. Her advice helped me. This is what I want."
His hand slid to my waist, his forehead leaning against mine. "I'm really going to be a father?"
I nodded, smiling through my tears.
A grin spread across his face, playful and bright. With a smirk, he swept me into his arms, bridal-style.
"Well then," he teased, carrying me toward our room, "we'd better get started."
I choked back a breath and leaned my head against Nicholas's shoulder.
Four weeks after that night, the sickness began. Every morning I woke up nauseous, stumbling to the bathroom where I emptied my stomach into the toilet.
Nicholas's worried voice followed me each time. "Angelica, you're worrying me. You've been throwing up every morning. You don't look well. I'm calling the doctor."
Doctor Lisa arrived not long after.
"Hi, Doctor Lisa," Nicholas greeted her, his tone strained. "I'm sorry to call so early, but Angelica has been vomiting for the past week. I'm starting to worry."
Lisa sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes kind but professional. "Hello, Angelica. Tell me what's been going on."
"I feel nauseous," I admitted softly. "And I vomit every morning."
She tilted her head. "Have you also experienced any of the following? A missed period, sensitivity to smells or foods, fatigue, or breast tenderness?"
I hesitated. "I'm about a week late on my period, but that happens often because of my anxiety. I do have breast tenderness, but I thought it was just PMS. Smells and food have been bothering me, which isn't normal for me. And… yes, I've been very fatigued."
Doctor Lisa folded her hands. "Given your symptoms, there's a strong chance you may be pregnant. Anxiety can affect your cycle, yes, but daily morning vomiting is a common indicator. To be certain, I'd like you to provide a urine sample."
Later, I returned with the cup. Lisa took it, and within minutes she was back.
Her expression softened. "Angelica, your test came back positive. Congratulations, you're pregnant."
Nicholas's eyes widened in shock. "Really?" His voice cracked.
Lisa nodded.
"I… I didn't expect it to happen so fast," I whispered, my hand instinctively resting over my belly.
"How far along is she?" Nicholas asked quickly.
"I can't say for sure without an ultrasound. But Angelica, most women don't realize they're ovulating, especially with irregular cycles. Conception can happen more easily than expected after a period when unprotected."
I nodded faintly. She had a point.
The ultrasound followed soon after. Lisa smiled as she turned the screen toward me. "Angelica, you're four weeks pregnant."
Four weeks… and I hadn't even known. My heart swelled, but a ripple of fear passed through me.
"Is my baby okay?" I asked in a trembling voice.
Lisa blinked at me, surprised. "Yes, everything looks normal. Your baby is doing just fine."
I lowered my gaze, rubbing my belly as another thought gnawed at me.
"My Queen," she said gently, "is something else bothering you?"
I nodded, leaning close to whisper in her ear. Her eyes widened at my words.
"Well," she murmured, "this changes things. I can assure you your baby's development will be fine but—"
I cut her off with a shake of my head, my hands trembling. "Please… don't say a word. I want this between us."
She placed a hand over her heart. "You have my word, my Queen."
Relief washed over me, though worry still lingered.
Nine months passed. Now, at forty weeks, I was exhausted beyond words. My body ached, my breaths came shallow, and all I wanted was to sleep. Then the pain came a cramping that tightened and twisted until I gasped.
"Nicholas!" I cried, clutching my belly.
He ran into the room, panic flashing in his eyes.
"I think… I think it's time. These feel like contractions."
Nicholas froze, then immediately began rushing around the room, throwing clothes into bags with shaking hands. It was five in the morning, and we were both so tired but our baby was ready.
Another contraction ripped through me, stealing my breath. I forced myself to my feet, clinging to the doorframe. Miriam was right. The pain was unbearable.
Minutes stretched into hours as Nicholas helped me to the hospital. By the time we arrived, sweat drenched my body, my breaths sharp and ragged.
It was time to meet our child.
"Angelica, she's experiencing contractions."
They wheeled me into the delivery room, and I lay back on the bed, my heart racing.
"Hello, Angelica. My name is Jordan. I'll be your nurse today." He checked the monitors. "You're at six centimeters. I'll come back in an hour to see if anything has changed." Jordan left, the door clicking softly behind him.
I looked at Nicholas, worry etched across my face. "Do you really think our baby will be okay?"
He squeezed my hand, his eyes steady and warm. "Our baby is strong. I know they'll make it."
"I'm really scared," I admitted, my voice trembling.
"And you have every right to be," he said. "This is our first baby… our first time being parents."
A sharp contraction hit, and I groaned. "It hurts."
Nicholas leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I know… I'm so sorry."
"You don't need to apologize," I said through clenched teeth. "This is something we both wanted."
The pain intensified. "Ow!"
Jordan returned, checking my progress. "You're at eight centimeters now, just two more to go."
"Two?!" I gasped.
"Yes. You need to reach ten centimeters before you can push."
I lay back, gripping the sheets. "I just want this baby out of me!" I screamed.
"Keep breathing, Angelica, through each contraction," Nicholas encouraged, holding my hand. "The baby needs that oxygen."
Doctor Lisa and Jordan came in together. Lisa smiled reassuringly. "You're at ten centimeters. It's time to push."
I took a deep, shaky breath and pushed. Nicholas squeezed my hand, his other hand resting against my shoulder, steadying me. I screamed through the pain, each push bringing me closer.
"You're almost there," Lisa said. "I can see the head. Just one more push."
With every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed and then I heard it. A tiny, perfect cry.
Tears filled my eyes as Lisa carefully handed our daughter into my arms.
"Hi there, beautiful girl," Nicholas whispered, tears streaming down his face.
"Our baby girl… our little girl is here," he murmured, rubbing her soft head as she blinked around the room.
Nicholas turned to me with a grin, his voice trembling with excitement. "Hey… you said you thought of a name for her and never told me. Can you tell me now?"
I nodded, smiling through happy tears. "Lyra…"