SEVEN TALES OF LOVE

4. OF DREAMS & TALES

~SILVER

"I have a tale. . ."

Her voice echoed in the depths of my dreams. That face, that voice messed with my head.

I saw images flash before my eyes. There was a woman smiling at me, whose face I could not see— it was just her lips. Then there was blood— her blood, her blood on my hands.

"I have a tale. . ."

I jolted awake with a pounding heart and a sweaty body to find myself in my almost empty room.

The drapes were pulled down such that no light was flowing in. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration as I realised that I was unable to get that little woman out of my head.

Then I suddenly chuckled, a quiet and gentle one as my wolf began to dance with excitement.

"Once she tells me the tale today, I will kill her and put an end to her story. . ."

I entered the washroom in satisfaction.

None of the maids dared to come into my room while I was inside. I could not stand the sight or smell of them. They always only came in while I was out and the penalty of me catching them inside was death.

I stepped out of the washroom and picked out my clothes, another set of dark ones similar to what I wore yesterday.

A small smile played on my lips as I tucked my hands into my pocket and made my way out of the room.

The corridor was empty, safe for a few guards who were forced to be on standby. Usually, I would have killed one of them as I walked past but I was more excited about tonight's kill.

Just thinking about her silver eyes sparked my bloodlust.

I stopped in the center of the corridor and inhaled deeply to keep my excitement at bay. I turned to the side and my eyes met with those of a terrified guard.

He began to tremble instantly as he saw his death coming and I contemplated killing him or waiting for tonight's ultimate kill.

I slowly licked my upper lip at him and watched as the guard wet himself on the spot due to fear. I released a light chuckle at his reaction before walking away.

This guard could wait. My bride's death was going to be much more entertaining.

I walked into the receiving room where I helped myself to my throne and rested my face on my propped elbow.

A maid brought a tray filled with fruits for me and I could see how she trembled in her dark veiled clothes.

I had instructed all maids to wear veils so that I would not have to gaze upon their unfortunate faces or I would be moved to kill them faster.

"My L— Lord," she stuttered.

She knelt by the side of my throne and held out the fruits for me. I picked out a branch of grapes and began to throw them into my mouth without saying a word to her.

A man I recognized too well walked into the room and bowed. He was the only one I allowed to get close to me and the only person I felt less moved to kill.

"My Lord, I hear you haven't killed your bride yet," Miles began.

I blinked softly before giving him a small smile. "I decided to keep her for tonight instead."

He parted his lips slightly and I saw the hesitation on his expression. "She's the first to survive the night," he whispered. "Are you sure you still want her to die?" He dared to ask.