Chapter 2: First Meeting. Vlad P.O.V
I glanced out the window to see my guards swarming and two peasants walking towards the castle. My brow creased in confusion. I barged through my bedroom door and walked outside, looking for the commotion. I saw a young women, possibly in her teens, and an elder man next to her. She was smaller than him, quite adorable actually. I couldn't help but let my eyes widen slightly when I really looked at her face. It was in a stony glare. She had shell pink lips, blue eyes, a small nose, and long raven black hair that cascaded down her shoulders and stomach. If I wasn't in an arranged marriage, I would've asked this woman to be mine.
"Who's the goddess?" I heard a younger guard ask aloud. I felt anger rise in my gut. I could hear a brisk slap upside the guards head. Good.
"That's the prince's soon to be wife." If it were possible, my eyes widened more and my heart began rapidly beating. This young goddess was mine. I eyed her as she slowly began backing away. Like lightening she grasped a sword from the ground and was on her way. I watched in surprise as she was able to disarm one of my best guards and sprint towards her only way out of my lands. The carriage. As fast as my strong legs would carry me, I was off after my princess. I smirked as her head turned and her icy blue orbs stared at me. Black hair was whipping all around the place in separate directions due to wind and running. She pushed on faster towards the carriage and almost succeeded. I sprinted towards her slim body and threw my arms out slowly. She looked back and her eyes widened. I grasped her waist in my arms tightly and pulled her small body into my broad chest. She stopped trying completely and fell limp in my arms. As soon as we started walking back, she realized what situation she was in and began struggling in my arms. It was cute the way she pouted when I didn't let her go.
What was this? I felt so happy with this girl in my arms. She changed everything. Once, I was the most feared, and now this little girl has me in the palm of her hands. She kicked me trying to get away after her father mentioned something about taming her. Really, it was me who was tamed. She laid her head against my chest, I felt my heart swell. This little beauty was all mine and only mine. I smirked as the guards eyed her with lust and me with envy. I laid a light kiss on her thick black hair. She was fingering a pendant, a locket of some sort. I didn't bother asking what it held in it, if she wanted to share, she could. It was taking us quite some time to walk back, and I could tell she was getting impatient. I was too busy staring at her. I was seduced by her beauty and her skill. She was my angel.
Soon, I heard her small voice asking to be put down. I told her only if she didn't run away, and I knew she wouldn't. She took strides over to her father. They exchanged a few words and a tight hug. I didn't have to see her face to know my princess was crying. From her body language, I could tell she was frustrated, stressed, scared, and angered. I wanted to try my best to relax her. She walked back to me and looked down at my hand. Slowly she reached out and grasped it in her small softer one. I smiled and walked with her back to the castle. Arriving at the main gate, the head guard opened the gate and proceeded to escort me and my princess into the castle. The guard immediately left as soon as he saw we were secure.
"Would you like to see around the castle?" I asked kindly. She looked at me and nodded. I let my hand drift to her waist to guide her around. I showed her the family paintings, secret rooms, my bedroom that we'd share, told her about my family, personal thoughts, and more. We shared great conversations and even little arguments. I was beginning to fall for this girl. Harder than when I first laid my emerald eyes on her. I let my hands rest on her waist. She leaned back into me and rested her head on my chest.
Ah. My princess. And only mine. Anyone who dares come between us will not suffer impalement, but something worse. A sneer graced my dark features as I thought of the ways of torment.
