12 The prince's half brother
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Tavek traced to the great hall.
He looked around him. His people stopped what they were doing and stared at him. He could see the alarm in their eyes.
Maybe he did look a bit rough. He felt like he’d been in a fight with a Forxard and he had lost, badly. Robin’s horrified face flashed before his eyes. She had seen everything – him balls deep in Celeste’s p***y.
And to everything that was holy he had loved it. Her eyes on him had felt like the sweetest caress, and the gasp she had given him still echoed in his ears. Tavek wanted more of those sounds. He wanted to hear her very breath hitch as he slammed into her.
Don appeared at his side concern written all over his face. He looked awfully alert and unsure of the situation. What could be the problem?
Tavek gave the room another sweep. The vampires gathered there didn’t look too happy. He was going to have to work harder in order to prove to them that he was sane and he was going to be a good king to them.
Tavek turned away from them, and his eyes collided with green ones that reminded him so much of his father. A bitter taste filled his mouth.
There sat his half-brother. He looked sane and poised, like the true prince of the Mowari clan. The smirk on his brother’s face burned a hole in Tavek’s stomach. Resentment rose in him. He hadn’t made peace with the fact that while he slept his father had fathered another son like he didn’t exist. The man forged on creating a new life leaving him to slowly rot in a coffin in the ground. Only to wake him up when he was dead, because he was the rightful heir to the throne. He was the spare son, the one to continue the legacy, not the one to enjoy the fruits of their labour.
Next to him was Celeste. She was already clinging to him like a vine. Not that he cared about Celeste; he felt strange staring at the both of them. Tavek wondered if she was the one who had poisoned Robin and subsequently drugged him with the hardthorn. She had been there to reap the benefits of his arousal.
Tavek yearned to squeeze the truth out of her as he wrung her little neck. The desire to kill filled him. His hand literally itched to wrap around her neck.
She could be dead within seconds, Tavek thought as he relished the thought of seeing life leave her body.
The killing instinct threatened to take over. He breathed through his nose, trying to bring himself back. He had his throne to think about.
“My prince, what can I do for you this evening?” Don asked interrupting his focused stare-down with his brother. His voice sounding agitated.
Tavek ignore Don. He walked the few steps that separated him from his brother. They had to meet sometime. Tonight was perfect, he seemed to have a better handle on his sanity.
“My prince,” Marek said as he reached him. He gave a slight bow. His green eyes danced with a mocking light that stoked the fire within Tavek.
Oh the little s**t. He wanted to see him snap. That’s what they all wanted. Tavek turned, giving the room another sweeping glance. The third one revealed more than the second. The room was thick with tension. His vampires looked like they were undecided about him yet they were afraid to let their feeling known. They were all waiting for him to do something that will make their decision for them. And Tavek felt like pulling on their strings, see how long they’ll hold their breath waiting for him to f**k up.
“Marek.” He turned to his brother.
“I see you’re out and about.” He leaned close, “but the sword would have been better left upstairs, don’t you think?”
Tavek stared down at his hands. To his surprise he clutched his sword in his left hand. He didn’t even realize he was holding it. He puffed out a breath, feeling slightly unsteady. He must have subconsciously reached for it when he left his room. In the olden days a vampire wouldn’t be caught without his weapon. It was a habit that was ingrained in him.
“I’m not used to not having my sword. It’s a habit,” he said handing it to Don, who accepted it with a relieved smile.
“Don’t cling to the olden days,” Marek said loud for all to hear, “it might make your ruling difficult. Some of us weren’t even born during those days.”
A laugh touched his every word, but Tavek could hear barbed message in every word.
He grunted and turned away from his annoying brother. Don led him to his throne.
“Whatever you’re going to say, make it good,” he said his voice strained. “Your brother has practically challenged you.”
“I know,” Tavek said calmly, which surprised him. He hasn’t been calm since his awakening. He sat on his throne and faced the vampires that waited for him anxiously.
“My brother is right. The olden days are gone. Many of you don’t even remember how it felt back then, the same applies to me. I will be honest with you. I find myself confused about this new world I have awakened in. Sanity has eluded me for days, but I’m finally feeling like myself. I’m your true prince. My father has left you in great hands. Take heart knowing I will never let us fall.” Tavek watched as each vampire nodded along to every word he spoke. He breathed a sigh of relief. They were listening to him.
Now all he needed to do was to keep his sanity and not f**k up.
With Robin within his castle walls he’ll have to try harder.
“It’s been a while since I had a good fight,” Marek’s voice suddenly echoed along the high walls. “Would you care to spar?”
Tavek got up from his chair and hefted the sword in his hand.
Marek’s smile widened. “We should make it interesting.”
Don gasped next to him. The whole room stilled, holding its breath. Tavek narrowed his gaze on his brother.
“You know, give them a show. Winner takes all,” Marek continued with the sweep of his hand as if he couldn’t feel the change in the room.
Challenge accepted, Tavek growled within. Before he could make his thought known the door to the great hall bust open.
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