Chapter 60

I almost froze at the table watching the vampire with a brain disease currently being fanned by the girls and being eaten with grapes. This is really a vampire making the most of royalty. This Rosh really lives like a prince.

"How did you know I had to get pregnant? It's just between the six of us," I said coldly as he chewed an apple.

"I think I heard? I can't recall," he answered incredulously.

"Do you know that what I do is important to me? Did you really use the power of Zen to be able to tolerate me? Remove it, Rosh. I need Zen." I said seriously. I'm not joking with him anymore; I need to get pregnant.

"I don't want," he answered me lazily. What big lump is this on his head?

"What do you want?! Why did Zen and I see you're a vampire again?" I said loudly. Can I paint this one?

"Because he punched me! Look at this! That fucking drunkard!" He turned slightly to show his face, but when I looked at it, I didn't see anything wrong with it. This Rosh is also really artistic.

"It's natural for the two of you to fight, then just make it up to Zen. You know I have to get pregnant, Rosh." I tried to explain to him.

"Ask for forgiveness for him." I just frowned. How long can I talk to this vampire?

Take a breath.

I thought deeply; it seems that I really have no choice but to seduce this crazy vampire.

"I apologize for Zen's audacity in your face, dear prince. May you remove your power from him." I said fatly, almost coming out of my nose.

How I hate him.

"Forgiven, wait for the crow to come to your palace. You can use my flower as an ingredient in your spellshits; make me the child's godfather." Never!

I was about to turn my back on the table so as not to hear any more nonsense from Rosh when he suddenly spoke again.

"But seriously speaking, Claret, Zen will not like this." I was stunned by what he said. His voice has a serious tone. I couldn't answer him because I knew for myself that what he said was right.

"You have a different reason why you want to be with him. Every vampire prince won't like it, Claret. It's wrong; I'm just reminding you." I couldn't look back at what Rosh said. Why was he able to say words that looked like he had thought about them this time?

"You too, the decision is yours. It's just a fang-ed umbrella. I know Zen's reaction when he finds out about this. What am I really? I'm just a prince like Zen." I didn't think I'd hear meaningful words from Rosh.

Sometimes I really wonder about the real personality of this prince because I never got its behavior, though. He's hiding his true self behind his idiotic acts.

"I know what I'm doing..." I just answered.

"Another reminder, Claret, fight all the vampires in this world, trick everyone with fangs you meet, hide any nobles but never a dead prince from you. It's hard for us to get angry. It's hard." I didn't wait for what Rosh was going to say. I ran out of the room. I didn't want to hear anything from him anymore.

Why is it that if he can talk, he's like a very good vampire? Why, when he speaks, does he seem to know what is right? He is not in my situation, so he can say this. I will not fight Zen; I will not deceive him.

I couldn't even continue what I was thinking. I can't help but be angry with Rosh. Why does he have to say these things? Why can't he just stay crazy and not care? damn But everything he said was true. That I keep keeping Zen a secret, deceiving.

Am I really like this with Zen? He only makes me feel his love, but it's me who tries to keep things that can hurt him a secret.

When the crow that Rosh was talking about arrived, I quickly returned to my own room with my books and other prayer materials. I tried to mix the red rose into the liquid to drink.

I told Zen to return it.

I was in a daze while mixing the ingredients I was going to use in the liquid I was going to give Zen to drink. I'm already doubting that I will do this, even if I force myself to do it, because I still don't want to get rid of the real reason why I decided to be with Zen.

oh damn! I almost adjust myself with my thoughts; the things that the appointed women told me and the words that Rosh said that I hear over and over again in my brain are getting confused.

I didn't sleep well for two days thinking about what I should do. Any time Zen was going to come back with his brothers, I had to make a decision before a bigger problem erupted.

I was currently staring at the red wine in the glass as I held the bottle filled with the liquid that would remove Rosh's power from Zen. As soon as he lost it, he would no longer be able to tolerate me.

I kept the desert uninhabited, and only the rays from the candles served as light in the room. I just held my chest, which was disappearing; I could already feel Zen from up close.

When I felt Zen approaching the room, I immediately poured the liquid into his glass. I need to do this, Zen; we can do this.

My chest was pounding as the door began to open. Little by little, the light from the outside is getting inside our dark room. Some I swallowed completely when the door spat out the most handsome prince, who was currently holding the nape of his neck, probably because he was upset.

I tightened my grip on the robe, which was the only thing my body was wearing; I wasn't wearing any underwear. You can do this, Claret!

"Zen! How are you?" I quickly stood up and greeted him with a hug.

"I'm good; what about my Claret?" he caressed my long hair.

"I missed you," I said to him with a snort.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked me as he unbuttoned his garment. I removed his hand from it, and I myself began to remove it from him.

Shouldn't I be the one to ask him if he's thirsty?

"I'm still full, you dear prince?" I asked him.

"I think I like wine." My smile widened quickly when he said this.

"We have wine here," I said cheerfully, making him grin. I myself separated from him to reach for the wine that contained the oration.

"You're ready, huh?" He grinned at me and reached for the glass I was holding. I felt my throat dry while watching Zen drink.

"I need more." I took the bottle and poured it on him. It only took a few minutes for what he drank to affect him. Why do I think it's like witchcraft?

Zen exhausted the wine in the bottle as I kept staring at him to see if the liquid was starting to react on him. I bit my lip when I noticed that his eyes were starting to turn red, but he forced them back to black.

"Go to bed first, Claret." I couldn't moan anymore as he quickly picked me up and laid me on the bed. He tries to make his eyes black as he stares at my neck.

"You're thirsty, my dear prince," I said, waking up as I ran my finger over his Adam's apple, which had already moved a few times.

"Did you put anything in the wine, Claret?" I was stunned by what Zen said. What will I say? What will I say? I tried to calm myself before I slowly parted my hair to see my neck better.

"Why would I do that, Prince Zen?" I asked him nervously. I was very grateful, and my voice did not break when I said this.

Zen's fangs finally came out, and he started to lower his fangs down my neck.

"Stop resisting Zen; you are not under his spell anymore. You are under mine now." I whispered to him while stroking his hair. I just closed my eyes when he bit his fangs into my neck.

As he drank my blood, his hands gently combed my long hair. I know Zen loves to see my long hair messy every time he drinks and kisses me.

over his bed.

"Zen." I just said his name when he removed his fangs from my neck. He gently runs his sharp nose down my neck and down to my chest, as if consuming all my scent from my body.

"I am always under your spell, Claret. Always..always baby." I felt his hands on the tie of my robe. I took a deep breath as he finally removed this garment from my body.

I couldn't meet Zen's red eyes as he stared at my nakedness.

He's just staring, staring, staring. I chose to turn my eyes to my right; Zen's entire room was now surrounded by ice. But I don't even feel cold; instead, I feel heat from the poisoned gaze of the prince, who is mesmerized by my body.

"You're a goddess, Claret; you're the most beautiful vampire I have ever seen." I breathed heavily as I kept staring at my right side. I can't look at him. damn "Claret." I just saw that Zen had thrown away his upper garment, and I just felt that he attended me. He tried to meet my eyes while resting his arms between my heads.

"Zen." I called his name.

"You are more beautiful than my dreams; you are more beautiful than the false clarets."

which I do. Your body is much better than my imagination. You're a beauty, baby. A great beauty." I just closed my eyes when he bathed my face in kisses.

I thought he was going to kiss my lips when he just passed by them. He returned to my eyes again, nose to cheek.

But my lips are aiming for him. Damn this vampire prince! He's teasing me.

"Zen," I said to him. I heard him lightly laugh before his lips captured mine.

A sweet, hot, and passionate kiss from my vampire prince I forced myself to exchange kisses with him as it went deeper and deeper; he's damn conquering like a territorial prince claiming his property. What am I, Zen? I am always his. I am Zen Lancelot's property.

"Zen." I just moaned as his lips moved from mine to my breasts. He had been here before, in front of the mirror, but it still felt different. I feel like I have a fever from what he does to me.

My body rose slightly from the bed when I felt him bite his fangs into my left breast.

"Zen." I almost broke my first hold as I felt what Zen was doing to my body.

He's drinking my blood with his busy tongue, playing with my skin. His hands are both busy, caressing every part of my skin. I was weak when he finished drinking from me. Zen quickly rose to kiss my lips again.

"You need to drink first, baby." I nodded at him and bared my fangs.

Zen himself lifted my head so I could catch his chest better. And as I was about to bite it, we both heard Lily's voice from outside the door.

"Zen! Claret! Take it easy; Dastan's fiancé is here! We need to welcome her."