***Warning: Explicit Sexual Content***
Lavinia gripped her sister's elbow, as the dinner guests mingled in the garden, champagne flutes in hand.
"What is the matter? You look... um, belligerent."
"I'm going to be imprisoned for crimes against the crown before this night is over, sister," Elizabeth said, with a good dose of malice, and swiftly downed the contents of her glass, in a most unladylike way.
"Care to explain before we go in for dinner?"
"I wish I could explain, but I really don't know where to begin, and I'm afraid you are the last person I should be telling my tale to."
Lavinia looked puzzled.
"Try me."
Elizabeth sighed, wishing she did not have a sister who had chosen to live the rest of her life married to God. She was supposed to be the one person she could go to and talk about womanly things, damn her eyes.
"All I will say is that earlier today I had an unfortunate encounter with my betrothed... and his... um..." she fumbled for the right word. She supposed penis was the correct, scientific term, but saying the word seemed plain wrong in the presence of her pious sister. She therefore made a vague, awkward, wave-like gesture in the general area of her middle, blushing furiously.
Had Lavinia been drinking champagne, she might have choked on it, but thankfully, she did not indulge in spirits. She did look, however, aghast.
"I beg your pardon?"
Elizabeth shook her head, turning her attention to the other side of the terrace, where the king and queen were calling their guests' attention. This was not the time, nor the place to divulge any further details.
"Well, speak of the devil..." Elizabeth muttered, snatching another glass of champagne from a nearby valet.
Set in a fictonal kindgom, this is the story of Elizabeth who begrudgingly arrives at the royal palace to finally wed Henry, the haughty prince to whom she had been promised since they were chldren.
"Why are you all looking at me with such long faces?" I question slyly. Everyone looked at me with hate. He motions with his hand, soon more guards come piling in. Their guns were filled with wooden stacks, coated with sorrel and perilla. I roll my eyes. "How dumb have you become, dear? Don't you know a tribrid like me can't be killed?" I laugh shortly.
"What is it you want, Octavia?" He questions, glaring at me, holding his glass of champagne tightly.
I smile, "Sweetie, you know exactly why I'm here. I've come for what's mine, hand it over so I don't have to kick your ass in front of all these people."
The crowds start laughing, along with him. His deep laugh echoed through the room. "What makes you think you can beat me? What can a little thing like you do?"
I take a tray from the nearest waiter and grab the last glass of champagne, downing it. Sighing, I wipe my mouth, dropping the glass, allowing it to shatter on the ground. I hold the tray tightly, I throw it like a frisbee, slicing the head of a guard clean off. The tray sticks in the wall, while the head slowly falls off the tray. "Now?" I ask sweetly, feeling my eyes glow. "That good enough for you?"
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Octavia Lycan has been searching for answers her entire life, well what she can remember of it. The one thing that she craves to have more than anything is memories. Memories of who she was, what she was. She's been on a mission to find these memories for centuries, and nothing is stopping her from getting her what she wants.
Not the MC.
Not her anger getting the better of her actions.
Not the British vampire who calls her love.
And especially not the human who she can't get out of her head.
With new allies joining her brigade and new information coming into the light, Octavia is going to have to face it all. If she hopes to keep her family safe and get her memories back...
But at what cost?
(UNEDITED)