SPARKLES (One-Shot Stories)

The Vamp's Present

His Princess, she is. His Queen, she is going to be. After this ceremony, she will be and forever will be his property.

At the entrance of the castle's grand ballroom, there stood a maiden dressed in silky ivory dress adorned with small precious stones, kissing the marble floor. The lady was no other than the said Princess — Me.

On the other hand, on the far end of the room, was a lad clothed in a silver suit embellished with golden linings. It compliments the manly feature of the gentleman. He was no less than the Prince — Kael.

A devilishly gorgeous lad he is. Looks really could be deceiving forasmuch his beauty outside is a beast inside.

I was once an ordinary lady. Simply living a quiet life. I was not only contented with my state but also happy. I have everything I need. A cottage, a vegetable garden for food, clothes to cover my skin, my loving parents and a lover nearby.

It was when I stepped the age of sixteen when he confessed his love which I gladly accepted. Isaac was his name.

"Accept this simple token of our relationship, Ella."

He handed me a shiny circular thing. A silver ring.

"I made this out of a silver coin." He proudly said.

Of course, he worked at the town as a ring maker for a job.

The ring has no words engraved on it, no stones embellished on it, just a pure plain shiny silver coin ring. Yet it was exquisite. It was created perfectly. A pure beauty, I must say.

"Oh thank you Isaac."

Grateful, I offered a tight hug.

On our fifth month, he brought me to the lake. When I got there, awed I was when I saw a picturesque sight. The glowing moon mirrored on the lake. The scenery was captivating.

A melodious sound of a six-stringed instrument awakened me back to my senses. I inclined to observe him gliding his fingers on the strings of his guitar. Resting his behind on the soft grass, he hummed a pleasing song.

I sat beside him, placing my head on his shoulder whilst he continued on strumming.

Leaning his face closer to my ear, he left a soft whisper.

"I loved you, I love you and I will always love you."

"I love you even more." I beamed, painted on my face was sheer bliss.

A cry interrupted the romantic scene.

"Help!"

We turned our backs and was stunned when a sobbing little girl covered in blood met our gaze.