❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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Athens Royale was under a blanket of storm the next day. The chill made Lysandra want to curl up further into the blanket though she was already cocooned in it. The stone castle walls did not provide any heat but the functioning fire place in her room would be capable of doing that. Sighing, she got up and cradled a lighter in her hand before grabbing a paper to light up and throw into the fireplace with logs of wood.
The flame grew and Lysandra walked into her closet to grab a pair of socks to wear. After searching through a couple of drawers she found a pair of silk ones. Never once in her life had she worn those kind of socks. They clearly looked out of her league and she did not want to think about their price. Throwing them aside, she dug around for a little more to find woolen ones.
"Thank the heavens," she whispered and shrugged those on before walking back to her bed. It was around eight in the morning and much to her relief, her other family members were quite occupied that day. Meaning, she would not be summoned to have meals with them. She was positive she would go crazy if she spent more time with them.
Coming to think of it, no matter how lovable she thought Laurent was, he had some secrets as well. Though Lysandra was practically an enigma back in the earthen world, she detested secrets once she got into the castle. Determined to make sure of things before she gave herself to him and devoted her affections, she ringed him up.
Soon enough his face lit up the screen. There were beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead and he seemed to be working out form the slight pant she could hear when he said hello. She offered him a small smile to which he responded with a smirk.
"Couldn't wait until next week to see me, my dragon?"
"Dragon? Nevermind." She rolled her eyes as a chuckle filtered in through the phone.
"What? No cursing me to the depths of Tartarus today?" he jested, wiping his face with the back of his hand. His muscles rippled and Lysandra gulped, feeling hot and strange all of a sudden. However, she composed herself and bit her lip before shaking her head saying no.
"No," she confirmed. "I have questions."
"And I am right here to answer them for you. Shoot." He sat down on a bench, a huge mirror placed behind him. Oh, his muscled back was a sight to see. Lysandra cursed herself for behaving like a control-less pig and concentrated on what she wanted to ask.
"How did you know about everything? The bellators, vampyres and other shit. Because I thought I was surely losing my head the first few days I was here."
His lips parted to suck in a breath before he grinned nervously. "Pretty sure I am not supposed to be telling you this but, my family has been associated with vampyres for a very long time now. It is a business contract of sort. We supply them with a few necessities and keep their shit under the wraps and in return, they protect us and offer us other lavish perks."
