Angel and Demon, Princess and Prince, Slave and Master (FINISHED)

I Do

*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep* 

That was all I could hear that steady beeping noise. It was starting to give me a headache. I stirred a bit and forced myself to open my eyes, but once I did, I regretted it immediately. I closed them back. I encouraged myself to try again. Ever so slowly I opened them. Looked down at my left hand only to find an IV. I looked up weakly, feeling a tube around my nose. What the hell happened to me? I painfully turned my head around to the other side to see a shadow, peacefully sleeping. He had dark bags under his eyes. His thick eyelashes rested peacefully above his pale skin. He looked so fragile and innocent.

"He never left" a voice said. I looked back at the other side realizing another figure looking exactly like the first one just maybe a year or two older.

"How long?" I croaked. He handed me a small glass of water that I drowned down in one shot.

"A week" he stated. He grabbed my hand and ever so slowly, massaged it lightly. Then, he looked intensely into my eyes.

"He loves you… a lot"

"I know Damian" I say sadly. I heard a groan and once again focused my attention on the boy, who I wasn't supposed to fall in love with, my master. It's a crime punishable by death. His eyes fluttered open, revealing his gorgeous black eyes.

"Angie?" he asked in disbelief. I smiled and nodded. He quickly rushed to my side buried his face in my arms.

"I thought I lost you!" he cried. I never saw him so weak and vulnerable. Not even after what Blair- WAIT! Blair!

"What happened to Blair?" I asked Damian as I caressed Damon's soft black hair.

"I killed her" Damon whispered and looked up.

"Angela, I am not taking the chance of missing my opportunity again" he whispered as he got down to one knee. No. He pulled out a small velvet box out of his jean pocket.

"Princess Angela Elizabeth Grace, would you give me the honour of calling you my wife?" I didn't know what to say. I surely didn't expect to be laying in a hospital bed while getting proposed. I wish I could just jump into his arms and kiss him with so much passion it would hurt. I nodded, speechless. He quickly slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me. I pulled away as I felt a burning sensation on my arm. I looked down at my rose tattoo, a small heart started to form at the end of the stem that circled my arm. The black rose also went from being pure black to a rich red colour. I looked up at Damian in confusion.

"That's what happens when a slave falls in love with their master. It's perfectly normal."

"Isn't it against the law for a slave and their master to have a relationship"

"That law will no longer exist once I'm king"

"Didn't your father say that Damian will be king?"

"Yes, he said it, but it isn't written in any official document, nor been signed" Damian stated. I focused my attention back on Damon as he smiled and pulled me into another passionate kiss.