Love has a Price

Chapter 11

(Vassago's POV)

Watching her leave I sighed. It doesn't matter. I'll make her. She will marry me whatever the cost. Walking back up to my throne I heard a bang at the door. I turned and Jasper walked in, a grin on his face twirling a rose between his fingers. 

"looks as though you took my words from the meeting to heart your majesty."

I eyed him and sat watching him walk slowly towards me. There were two sides of Jasper. There was the scared wimpy Jasper then there is him. The heartless rude Jasper that takes things too far. Sometimes I prefer the rude side but he can get carried away. 

"Your words meant nothing to me. She was sent her for me to propose but the meeting did go longer because of you, Jasper."

He bowed and looked up with a smile.

"But of course the wedding isn't real, correct?"

I looked him over. He's testing me. He's seeing how far he can go with her and he won't get far at all.

"Of course it is. I need an heir. I took the liberty of sending Barzabel to research her background to see if she's suitable in blood or even status."

Jasper struggled to keep the smile steady. He visibly swallowed and looked at the rose turning away.

"But, she is an angel and what would everyone think of you if you had a child with her, making a half child. People will deny the child."

"If anyone dares question my child they will answer to me and tell me to my face how they will deny them!"

He looked back at my angry frame emotionless. I stood walking past him hitting his shoulder into mine as I left. Just as I was about to walk out he called out his voice questionable.

"What would make her suitable exactly. Their statuses are different from us."

I looked back at him now calmer then I was.

"If she is the daughter of an archangel or anyone around the height of power."

Jasper slowly grinned again and nodded, walking the other way from me. I walked out to the library to find Barzabel to see what he had found.

(Vera's POV)  

Walking down the hall I looked around still flustered and aggravated. I looked over and saw a blue hallway that contrasted with the other black ones. I walked down the blue-gray hallway looking at the huge portraits of people I didn't recognize. Some of even children. Then there were seven gold-framed portraits that stood out the most. All of them with nameplates on the bottom. Walking up I noticed they weren't names at all. Lust, Greed, Wrath... Looking up at the portraits themselves they were all men fitting the description of the nameplates. One was rugged and mean with angry piercing eyes. His formal clothes not worn properly and his face unshaved with scars on his face and hands. Another was lude and informal as well with more of a feminine feel. Looking at the next one was a man that seemed more normal than the others. He looked older at the gray hair he had but that only made him more attractive. He wore a nice suite that looks like it would be costly. As I look at the other's I hear footsteps down the hall. Looking over I see a man. The same man in fact from the portrait. He looks like he had jumped out of it. He looked me over shocked saying a name I haven't heard in years.

Stepping closer to me his voice low and worried 

"Drousilla?"