Harry Styles is the King of all Vampires. He owns the Kingdom of Raine. However, he and his Kingdom have no Queen. But, that soon changes when Harry finds his Queen, Regina Rodriguez.
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Regina:
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
I won't do it.
How can Margi seriously expect me to let Niall die? More importantly, how can she seriously ask Harry to choose between his Wife and Best Friend? Short answer? I wouldn't ask that of him. I won't ask that of him.
However, he is looking at me right now, expecting an answer as to what happened with Margi. What do I tell him? If I tell him the truth, I'll be breaking him, but, if I keep this from him, I'll be betraying him. I need to decide and I need to decide now.
"It's either letting Niall die now or letting me get murdered in the future." I come straight out with it, deciding not to sugarcoat it and just tell him the truth.
He doesn't say anything, I can't even tap into what he's feeling or thinking. Maybe I shouldn't have told him. Maybe I should have just said that 'Margi is looking into it and will be in contact soon' and figured out a way to fix this myself. But, Harry and I are married now. We don't keep anything from each other. "Bub-" However, before I could utter another word, he stops me, one single word leaving his mouth.
"No." I don't know what to say. What do you say to that? I sigh, hesitantly reaching my hand out to lay it on his arm. Shockingly, his hand soaps straight onto mine, surprising me. "I am not losing you or Niall. We will find another way." He says, emphasising his words. I sigh, nodding my head.
"I love Regina with all of my heart. She is my other half, my missing piece. I can't lose her, I won't."
Finally hearing Harry's thoughts after so long brought tears to my eyes and made my heart stand proud. I smile at him unexpectedly and he smiles back.
"I love you too, Harry."
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"Well, well, well, if it isn't my Son's killer and his bitch." Drako sneers and Harry growls warningly, stepping closer to Drako's cell. I grab Harry's arm, hoping to stop him lashing out at Drako. I step forward, pushing Harry back slightly.
"You have a big mouth for someone whose life is hanging by a thread." I say and he glares at me, but, doesn't retaliate, oddly enough. "Now, one of our men was hurt by one of yours. We need to know which one attacked him so we can help him." I explain to Drako. He scoffs from inside his cold and tiny cell. Ironically, Sabour and Leena have both occupied this very cell.
"Why should I help you?" He spits out and I harden my glare on him.
"We might consider staying your execution, maybe even free you." I smirk, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist an offer like this. I could see the cogs turning in his head as he thought about his choices. I sigh, knowing that he'll need some time to make a decision. "Think about it. We'll be back tomorrow." I say and take Harry's elbow, leading him heavily from the dungeons.
When we reach the entrance of the dungeons, Harry turns to me, a frown on his face. I remove my arm from his and watch as he tries to word what he is going to say next. However, before he could, I talk. "He will tell us who attacked Niall. We go to Margi. She makes a serum. Niall is saved and so am I." I tell him and he nods, happy with my answer.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me and I rip myself away from Harry, only making it a few feet before I hunch over, vomit spewing from my mouth and onto the dark wooden flooring. Harry immediately rushes to my aid, gathering my hair into a ponytail with one hand and gently rubbing my upper back with the other.
"Bub? Are you okay?" Harry asks as I wipe my mouth with the back of my cardigan sleeve and try to catch my breath. I go to stand upright when a bolt of dizziness hits me, sending me flying backwards into Harry's arms. "Woah! Okay, that's it. We're going to the West Wing." He says and lifts me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style to the West Wing.
However, as he pushes the double doors open and Dr. Charles comes into view, my eyelids force themselves closed and blackness surrounds me, drowning out the voices and everything else.
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