SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[13.1] A HUMANS MONSTER

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[GRAYDON COLLINS]

PERHAPS OFFERING a tour to the human was a burden I chose to bear without truly understanding the consequences of human curiosity.

The girl had questions about absolutely everything.

Indeed, Fang Court was a mystery to even high Fang, but surely I had not asked mother this many questions when I first arrived here.

If it were true, I must apologize to her for being insufferable.

More times than often, the human would stop behind a random painting, or a random room, and question what it was for. In a place as vast as Fang court, stopping so many times had stretched the previously two-hour tour to a tiresome four.

"If you touch the Queen's swords, I do hope you're ready to lose your hands," I grunted, gaze trailing the portrait of the Queen's cat.

My side eye caught Silver's itching fingers stretched towards the large golden swords mounted in the Queen's Hall.

A hall adorned with her most precious remnants.

She frowned withdrawing her hands and stepping down from the stool she had drawn for a mount. I rolled my eyes at this, turning to face her as she pushed her glasses back up her nose.

I marveled at this action. She wore those because she couldn't see quite well. Her eyesight was not precise. Humans were weak creatures, but fascinating in some strange way.

I watched as She studied the ancient symbols adorned on their sides from afar with a look of deep interest, her eyebrows arched deeply, lips sparsely open as if she was trying to read them.

I found myself trailing down her features, noticing she had a faint beauty spot right below her lip...

"Those symbols are-"

"Not for you to read."

She shot me a look, one I was hardly affected by, but I was however amused. Never had I pondered a moment I would tolerate such a look from a mere human from one of the smallest towns I was to rule one day.

She baffled me in ways I couldn't describe. Her look turned into a pout and I sighed, taking a stand behind her.

"These are Fang symbols that tell the tales of our beginnings- of our forming. The ruby handle, tells of the Vampire origin, the emerald, the wolf."

Her eyebrows arched, "and what is your origin?"

I chuckled at this, glancing back at the swords, " it is not for humans to hear, you would consider it a nightmare."

"So, it's that horrible," she concluded.

"It is that uncommon," I corrected.