SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[16. 1] THE MASQUERADE BALL (part- one)

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ROGUE HIGH BORN:

High Fang Lords who rule independently in the Free states from the House of Veridian.

Archives of History

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[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

MY HEART rammed within me, staring wide-eyed at the two guards. I couldn't feel my fingers, and I thought I would quite possibly faint at this moment.

"My Lady," they bowed low, parting the way for me to go.

My eyebrows arched, in a state of disbelief, glancing between the two of them, almost certain they would start laughing, but when they remained respectful and emotionless, I quickly covered my surprise.

Calmly nodding, I performed the best mimic of the only High Fang Vampire I knew. Straightening my shoulders and walking like I had a stick up my ass, despite the arid beating of my heart I moved passed them.

"Dad, you are frickin genius!" I muttered a blessing to the heavens as I walked away unscathed, hiding a short grin as I moved down the hallway.

I began to run for a bit when the guards went out of view, still scared they would return.

Thanks to Lord Graydon's epic Fang Court Tour, I could somewhat maneuver my way to the grand hall quite easily, moving down the hallways, only abruptly freezing when what seemed like a friend group of young High Fang Women suddenly emerged from the other hallway.

Each where dressed with such extravagance and jewelry, I was certain they were members of the Highest Fang households, but what caught my eyes was their masks.

I completely forgot about the stupid mask! How do I forget about the frickin mask?

It's the only reason I thought I would be able to pull off attending the Grand ball without being noticed.

My fingers found my bare face cueing a low-mode panic, immediately hiding behind the large statues that lined the hallway as the Fang Women talked amongst themselves.

They chatted about the three Lord Selects, the runners for the King's Hand, and how none of them had found their mates yet, and how tonight could be their night.

Apparently, Lord Graydon was quite the catch.

His hazel eyes seemed to have featured in quite many ladies' dreams it seemed.

I rolled my eyes as they talked on, expressing their disappointment in losing the biggest prize of them all, the crown prince.

However, they justified their failures to become the next Queen by reminding themselves of the prince's nature.

"They say he has three hearts for each of his beasts," one girl huffed, "his undead heart, his wolfs, and his dark witch. That's why he is impossible to kill."

"I've heard when it's a full-blood moon, no one leaves their rooms because his beast hunts without remorse- A maid told me he once slaughtered a whole town east of the Palace."

"And he's fated to a Sworn?" Another girl scoffed, "the stupid sworn are overrated, most of them don't last a decade. I mean I practically thought they were extinct. I thought Lord Valcon's wife would be the last."

"Pipe down Gloria," another girl hushed, "for Pete's sake, a royal guard could hear you!"

Gloria brushed it off, "Anyways, I heard even his son has found a Sworn for his mate."