The Vampire's Bride

Chapter 12

Iris stumbled back as Evelyn's sword clashed against her own. She had never held a weapon in her life, and it showed. Every strike of Evelyn's was controlled, fast, and strong.

"You aren't holding your weight correctly. How are you going to defend yourself if you can't weild a sword?" Evelyn demanded.

"We've been at this hours..." Iris mumbled softly.

"Welcome to drills, princess," the assassin replied sarcastically. Evelyn calmly placed her sword back in her scabbard before holding out her hand for Iris'. The girl passed the blade over and breathed out. She was winded. The assassin had been ruthless with her training.

Her silver eyes slid to the setting sun and she breathed out. She was going to be late to meet with Jason, even if she rushed.

"There's hotsprings near here, you know," Evelyn told the girl. "We could go tomorrow, though I doubt Jason would let you go unescorted."

"A guard could follow along," Iris replied, turning towards her. Again, she was stunned by the intensity of Evelyn's green eyes. The assassin was a natural beauty.

"Tomorrow, then. Prehaps Jason's sister may accompany us," she suggested, causing Iris to nod. "Run along now. I have much to drink and little time to do it."

Iris blushed and nodded, hustling as quickly as she dared back to her and Jason's chambers.

"Iris, we need to talk," Adelaide pressed, appearing next to her and floating at her side.

"I cant right now, I need to find Jason," she replied, mumbling slightly so that the servants and nobles she passed wouldn't think she was insane. That was one rumor she wouldn't be able to squash.

"If your father is coming back to court,"

"Not now, mother," Iris hissed, opening her door and stepping in.
She was surprised to see Madeline fixing the sheets apon a stripped bed. With no Jason in sight.

The maid looked up at her and gasped.

"What happened to your clothes?" Madeline asked, rushing over. Iris glanced down, seeing the dark stains of mud marring her white shirt. Evelyn had not been merciful.

"Where's Jason?" She questioned softly.

"His highness hasn't returnes since the two of you left," the maid told her, confused. Iris raised her eyebrows and quickly left the room, shaking in fear.

Jason had gone to talk to Xavier and wasn't back? What if the king of Hell had done something to him? What if he had killed him?

Iris stalked to Xavier's room and opened the door, barging in and meeting the king's emerald eyes with a glare that made her silver eyes look like ice.

"Where is he?!" She demanded.

"It's very rude for you to barge in like this," Xavier told her, crossing his arms. "You're just as impolite as your mother."

"Jason went to talk to you and now he's gone, what did you do to him, Xavier?!" Iris yelled, stepping forwards. The king smirked slightly and leaned forwards.

"You should tell him to keep his leech nose out of where it doesn't belong. Like the floor of the west library," he told her. "I'm sure his nose is just buried in the carpet."

Iris glared at him, clenching her hands to fists. Her power was rising with her anger, searing her with fire and smoke. She could almost smell it, almost feel the energy clenched in her hand like the hilt of a sword.

She could kill him.

Instead she turned around and stalked from the room, hearing the door slam behind her.