The Dragomir Heir (Watty Award)

The Ball

  The princess lifted her head slightly and smiled…wickedly. Then, in a flash, she was galloping to the forest, which was unexpected. Lucius turned to his cousins and rapidly shouted out commands to trap the princess in the lower towns before the main road to Dragomir Palace. Lucius, himself, pulled at his horse and galloped after the princess. He thought her a stupid girl attempting to go through the woods at night. Clearly, she wanted to get lost and at the mercy of a pack of hungry wolves. So he galloped after her, trying to catch up to her and grab onto her reign.

But her ride was fast, agile and larger. A war horse for a princess? How improper. Suddenly they were out of the woods and up ahead; Lucius cannot see his cousins nor any traps laid out for the princess. How could his polo playing cousins be that slow? Nudging the horse to gallop faster, he was gaining on the princess. When he was an arm length away from her reign, Lucius stretched out to grab it. Suddenly, the princess turned her head and the speed that they were going at pushed her hood off to review a young woman with a black lacy mask and wavy black shiny hair that danced in the wind. Eyes as green as emerald peered at him and rogue lips smirked before a leather cladded hand lifted and smacked his outstretched hand away.

“Come Titan, I grow bored of this”, said the princess and nudged the stallion to gallop at a speed that even his own stallion could not achieve.

“You can’t run my lady”, Lucius lamely shouted. The princess responded arrogantly, “I believe I can”. Looking ahead, Lucius felt his heart sank as the princess neared the golden gates and he pushed his ride harder. But the feat did nothing to stop the gates mysteriously open and immediately closing once the princess was through. Arriving at the gate, he aggressively pulled at it but it did not move. The only answer he go was laughter from inside the palace that tormented him and his cousins behinds him in utter confusion as to how Lucius and the princess made it out of the woods that quickly.

“We are not dealing with just a princess, cousins”, answered Lucius. “We are dealing with a Dragomir”

Finally, the night of the ball arrived. Lucius sat in his black limousine with his uncles and cousins, adjusting his official suit.

“What’s the hold up, driver?” the ever impatient Cezar shouted to the driver.

“Um…my Lord, there are other vehicles in the way and I find it hard to manoeuvre” answered the old driver, whose name Lucius doesn’t care to remember.

Looking out the window, Dante noted, “There are a lot of people here tonight. I didn’t know the princess was well acquainted with other royal household”. At the mention, Lucius looked out his tinted window and saw royal house from all over the known world, make their way to the golden gates that was set to open at 8:30. Of course, they were early. Lucius ordered the driver to stop and together the Vladonovs got out of the limousine and joined the crowd of royals. He wondered how his princess could know all these people.

“It’s Tsar Alekzander Romanov of Russian”, exclaimed Cezar as he pointed to a tall, built vampire with a piercing cold blue eyes and dark brown hair. At the sound of his name, the vampire looked at Cezar, analysed his cousin then moved on to walk with a female vampire with the same piercing blue eyes and blond hair and a vampire with dark brown hair, beard, and eyes: his parents.

“So you have met Alekzander the Conqueror”, informed Julius.  “That one there came into power at the age of sixteen and he has never lost a battle since he joined the royal army at eight. Some say that he is also an assassin and that he was his father’s left-hand until his coronation. He is rich and to humans, he is an entrepreneur specializing in engineering”.

“I wonder whether she is around...hopefully Alekzander and that beautiful creature have broken up”, said Cezar besides him.

“Who?” asked Dante and he smirked, “I don’t think a barmaid like Estar could tempt a tsar”.