The Vampire Queen and the Fay King
The Vampire Queen, Unbelievably beautiful, fiercely selective, and dripping with sarcasm—she’s not just alluring; she’s utterly unpredictable.
The Fay King, Perfectly captivating, with a powerful presence and a chilling demeanor, he dispatches his enemies without a moment’s hesitation.
These two were never destined to cross paths, let alone become engaged. But fate, it seems, has a wicked sense of humor.
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The throne room buzzed with anticipation as everyone awaited the Queen's next words. Her cold, calculating gray eyes locked onto the man seated on the exquisitely crafted throne.
"I wan... t him," Celine declared, her finger pointed directly at the unsuspecting king. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Her audacity was unparalleled.
Fredrick's eyes widened in shock at his queen's proclamation. Not this again.
"My Queen, you can't. He’s not an object to claim," the advisor hissed, his voice a frantic whisper. The alarm in his tone was unmistakable. Celine scowled at his words; she loathed the term "can't," but "no" was an even worse offense.
"Why?" she shot back, her glare as piercing as her resolve.
Fredrick sighed, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation.
"Because he is the king of the Fays, my lady."