'𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸.'
A powerful coven of vampires had ruled over vampires for aeons with their iron fists.
With three Kings ruling, surely there would need to be at least one Queen?
The Kings each had a wife, of cours...
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KATHERINE STOOD QUIETLY IN HER CHAMBERS, the echoes of her coronation still ringing in her ears. She was now the Queen of Vampires, crowned and bound to eternity in a way she could never fully explain. The weight of the crown on her head felt real now, tangible. It was the culmination of everything she had fought for, all the trials and losses, and yet, in this private space, soon to be surrounded by the three men she most loved, she was able to breathe.
The door creaked open, and they entered - each one of her kings, each one her equal, her partner, her anchor.
Caius was the first to approach, his presence like a storm. His eyes, always burning with intensity, locked onto hers, the raw need within them impossible to ignore.
'You don't even know, Katherine,' he said, his voice thick with emotion, 'how long I've waited for this. For you. For us.' He reached for her, cupping her face with an almost desperate tenderness. His hands trembled slightly as he traced her jawline, as if confirming that she was real, that this moment was real.
Without another word, Caius pulled her to him, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce kiss. There was nothing gentle in the way he kissed her - just a hungry, urgent, animalistic passion, as though he had waited lifetimes for this. His hands roamed to her back, pulling her closer, as if he feared she would slip away from him.
When they finally broke apart, his eyes burned with a possessive heat, he whispered, his voice raw. 'I've waited forever for this, and I'm never letting it go.'
Before she could respond, Marcus stepped forward. The calm among the storm. He was steady, unwavering, always in control, yet there was something different in his gaze tonight. Something softer.
'I've known for so long, Katherine,' Marcus said, his voice quiet but filled with an intensity that only she could hear. 'I've watched the bond between us grow, and now... now it's permanent. And no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you. Always.'
His words hit her deeper than she expected. Marcus had a unique gift - he didn't see lives like Aro did, but he had an unparalleled ability to see the bonds between people. The way they intertwined, the invisible threads that tied them together. And what he saw in her, in them, was unbreakable. His touch was soft as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin, grounding her to this moment.
He kissed her slowly, with a tenderness that spoke of everything he had always been for her: steady, unwavering, unshakable. The kiss was a promise - a reassurance that he would always stand beside her, that their connection would never falter.
When they pulled apart, his gaze softened further, and he gave her a small, almost imperceptible smile. 'You're everything, Katherine. And I'll be here, through all of it. Every step.'
But then, there was Aro. Smooth, knowing Aro. The one who had seen countless lives through his touch, who had witnessed entire lives in the span of a second, and yet, nothing - nothing - compared to what he felt for her.
