the explanation about the transition period and what they are to expect.”
He looked at his mother with disinterest as she went back to sorting through different fabrics. His mother really didn’t care if the DarkShine fledglings learned about what their life was to become. She was only making him do this as a punishment for not yet taking a mate. She knew how much he loathed speaking with the children, how little patience he had when it came teaching them.
They were no more than one hundred years old, mere teenagers when it came to DarkShine years. When they were that young, they had no control over their emotions, had no attention spans. They were more interested in the opposite sex, in how they were going to woo them for when their transition period arrived.
His mother picked up a gold bell and rang the dainty thing gently. Despite the miniscule size, the sound was loud as it echoed off the cathedral style ceiling. Within the next second a servant walked through the doors, a silver platter in her arms and three glasses filled with thick red liquid atop it.
“Ah, Lucie. Come, dear.”
Castalia cleared off a small space as the servant set a glass in front of each of them. Gaijryc looked up at Lucie and thanked her. Lucie had been a servant of the family for hundreds of years and had earned his mother’s trust. He looked up at her and smiled, and her cheeks got pink from his attention. She bowed her head, her blond hair in a perfect bun at the nape of her neck.
“Thank you, Lucie.”
The servant bowed her head again, gave a small glance at him, and walked out of the room briskly.
“Such a sweet child she is. Gaijryc, what do you think about the guests wearing masks at the ball? I personally think it would add a little flare of mystery to the evening, don’t you?”
He looked at his mother, knowing very well that she wasn’t asking him her opinion, but rather telling him what they would be doing. He nodded, not bothering to answer her second question, just replying to the first. “Yes, she is a sweet child.”
“You know, Gaijryc, if you had just mated with Iena, then we wouldn’t even have to go along with this silly ball.”
He glanced at Iena, who in turn gave him a smile as she leaned back against her chair. The dress she wore was cut impossibly low, her breasts practically spilling out of the nearly transparent fabric. Her nipples were prominent through the whit material, the deep red of her areolas clearly visible. If he didn’t know how she was, the nature of her very soul, then he might have been inclined to follow his mother’s wishes. She was a striking creature, but the fact that her heart was black made his cock shrivel up in distaste. She noticed him examining her and no doubt thought it was because he found her attractive. In all reality he was thinking what DarkShine would be crazy to be associated with such a female. She ran her hand up her neck, her blood red nail polish glinting off lighting.
“Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?”
He looked into her amber colored eyes, eyes that showed no emotion. He knew what she wanted, knew she wanted to sit next to him on the throne and rule over their kind. She was too cruel to be queen of the DarkShine, too heartless when it came to their people. He needed, wanted a queen that shared his compassion, shared his empathy for all creatures. What he wanted was Helina, for himself as well as sitting in the throne next to him. He knew that could never happen. His kind would never allow a human to rule over them.
He could just leave with her; take her away to a place where they could spend their time alone together. Even though that was the ideal thing he would love to do, he knew he would never be able to escape. Any of his kin could find him, their blood matching his own and making the hunting and tracking easy.
“What are you thinking about, Gaijryc?”
He brought his attention back to Iena and realized that he had been thinking so
He looked at his mother with disinterest as she went back to sorting through different fabrics. His mother really didn’t care if the DarkShine fledglings learned about what their life was to become. She was only making him do this as a punishment for not yet taking a mate. She knew how much he loathed speaking with the children, how little patience he had when it came teaching them.
They were no more than one hundred years old, mere teenagers when it came to DarkShine years. When they were that young, they had no control over their emotions, had no attention spans. They were more interested in the opposite sex, in how they were going to woo them for when their transition period arrived.
His mother picked up a gold bell and rang the dainty thing gently. Despite the miniscule size, the sound was loud as it echoed off the cathedral style ceiling. Within the next second a servant walked through the doors, a silver platter in her arms and three glasses filled with thick red liquid atop it.
“Ah, Lucie. Come, dear.”
Castalia cleared off a small space as the servant set a glass in front of each of them. Gaijryc looked up at Lucie and thanked her. Lucie had been a servant of the family for hundreds of years and had earned his mother’s trust. He looked up at her and smiled, and her cheeks got pink from his attention. She bowed her head, her blond hair in a perfect bun at the nape of her neck.
“Thank you, Lucie.”
The servant bowed her head again, gave a small glance at him, and walked out of the room briskly.
“Such a sweet child she is. Gaijryc, what do you think about the guests wearing masks at the ball? I personally think it would add a little flare of mystery to the evening, don’t you?”
He looked at his mother, knowing very well that she wasn’t asking him her opinion, but rather telling him what they would be doing. He nodded, not bothering to answer her second question, just replying to the first. “Yes, she is a sweet child.”
“You know, Gaijryc, if you had just mated with Iena, then we wouldn’t even have to go along with this silly ball.”
He glanced at Iena, who in turn gave him a smile as she leaned back against her chair. The dress she wore was cut impossibly low, her breasts practically spilling out of the nearly transparent fabric. Her nipples were prominent through the whit material, the deep red of her areolas clearly visible. If he didn’t know how she was, the nature of her very soul, then he might have been inclined to follow his mother’s wishes. She was a striking creature, but the fact that her heart was black made his cock shrivel up in distaste. She noticed him examining her and no doubt thought it was because he found her attractive. In all reality he was thinking what DarkShine would be crazy to be associated with such a female. She ran her hand up her neck, her blood red nail polish glinting off lighting.
“Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?”
He looked into her amber colored eyes, eyes that showed no emotion. He knew what she wanted, knew she wanted to sit next to him on the throne and rule over their kind. She was too cruel to be queen of the DarkShine, too heartless when it came to their people. He needed, wanted a queen that shared his compassion, shared his empathy for all creatures. What he wanted was Helina, for himself as well as sitting in the throne next to him. He knew that could never happen. His kind would never allow a human to rule over them.
He could just leave with her; take her away to a place where they could spend their time alone together. Even though that was the ideal thing he would love to do, he knew he would never be able to escape. Any of his kin could find him, their blood matching his own and making the hunting and tracking easy.
“What are you thinking about, Gaijryc?”
He brought his attention back to Iena and realized that he had been thinking so
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