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Isaac put his hands on his knees, bending down. "Sometimes you have to be there for people when they need you. To show them that they are important to you, and give them your support when they are having a bad day or worried or whatever the case may be. Remember always to be kind. My friend needs me right now, so I will walk over to him and help him with whatever is troubling him." The kids clapped, and Isaac smiled as he closed the book and stood up. 

Issac walked over to Napoleon. "What's the matter?" Napoleon looked at Issac, panicked. "_ _ _ and I had come out to do some shopping. I turned away for a second, and she was gone; I looked all over. I've gone everywhere I can think of. I don't know where she went." Issac pondered momentarily, thinking of places she could have wandered to. "Did you look in the bakery? She loves sweet things." Napoleon's eyes lit up; why hadn't he thought of that? "I'll go with you," Issac stated; he wasn't about to let his friend try to find her alone. "Thank you, Issac." Issac squeezed Napoleon's shoulder, conveying his support. The two men walked to the bakery, still scanning the streets, hoping she might appear.

Issac opened the door to the bakery, holding it open for Napoleon, and disappointment washed over him when she wasn't there. Issac approached the owner and described her appearance, asking if she'd seen her, "I know who you're talking about, but I haven't seen her in a while. I'm sorry." Issac's stomach knotted in worry, "Thank you." As they left, she called out to them, "I hope you find her." 

After stopping by the bakery, they looked at the library and various other shops but had no luck. They began looking down alleyways when Issac noticed a yellow ribbon on the ground. "Napoleon, wasn't she wearing a ribbon just like that this morning?" Napoleon walked closer, standing next to Issac. "Yes, it matched her dress." He picked up the ribbon and put it in his trousers pocket. "Let's keep going," Napoleon stated as he looked down the alleyway, which seemed never-ending. Both of them, too worried to voice their concern they, carried on trudging down the alleyway. 

Issac wasn't a fighter. He had never wielded a sword. His defenses were in knowledge. What if someone had taken her? What could he do? Outwit them with math equations? Still, even if he wouldn't be helpful in combat, he wasn't going to abandon Napoleon and let him do this on his own. 

As they edged further, Napoleon stopped, and a look of horror was in his eyes. "Napoleon?" Issac questioned what Napoleon was staring at when he followed his line of sight; he saw a puddle of blood, and the scent wafted to his nostrils. "Napoleon, it's fresh," Issac stated. Being a Demi vampire sometimes has its disadvantages. He didn't have the abilities the others did. It was a godsend to have Issac here with him. The blood had his throat burning. Issac knew he had to keep going for Napoleon and _ _ _. He couldn't lose it and feed off whatever unsuspecting victim he could find. "Let's keep going Issac whispered, trying to keep his bloodlust at bay. 

They pushed forward, foot in front of foot, seeing tiny speckles of blood. Finally, they came out the other side of the alleyway. The bright sunlight blinded them. "I won't go with you!" Their ears tingled with the sound of her distress. Napoleon put his hand on the hilt of his sword. As their eyes adjusted, they saw her. Her forearm trickled blood as she was kicking and hitting the man who had a tight hold on her. 

She bit down hard on the wrist of her captor, and his grasp loosened on her. She pushed him with all the strength she had and ran off. Issac held out his hand, bringing her to him before she ran past him. In her panicked state, she started fighting him as well, but he had a firm grip on her arm that wasn't injured. "Calm down, look at me. It's Issac." She stilled and looked up, "Issac?" 

He nodded, "It's me." She buried herself into his embrace as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm safe, you're safe," she said, not telling Isaac but telling herself. Napoleon unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her captor. "Take her home!" Isaac didn't need to be told twice and helped her walk down the street and into a waiting carriage. 

 His grip was firm on her waist as he climbed in after her. He sat next to her. "Let me bandage your arm." His throat burned at the scent of her blood, but he was too focused to acknowledge it. He ripped his sleeve and wrapped the fabric around her wound, tying a knot as he finished it. The adrenaline left her body, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned against Issac's chest, falling asleep. He lifted his arm over her shoulder to let her feel a sense of security.

When they returned to that mansion, he lifted her, cradling her head against his chest, and her legs draped over his arms. As he carried her to her room, it didn't go unnoticed by the other residents. Arthur, who was in his room writing, put his pen back into the ink and came out of the room. When he saw what was happening, his heart sank. With hurried steps, he walked to her bedroom. Issac laid her on the bed, removed her shoes, and covered her up. Comte and Leo came in. "What happened? "Comte asked. "I'm not sure; Napoleon said they were out shopping, and she disappeared when he wasn't looking. We found her with a man trying to force her into a carriage." He sighed, "She fought hard," He said, looking at Arthur.

"Napoleon is out there by himself. He might need help. I don't know what the situation is. My priority was getting her out of there," Isaac said, looking dejected. Jean put his hand on Isaac's shoulder. You did the right thing, Isaac; where is he? I'll go to him." Isaac explained to Jean where to find Napoleon. 

 Arthur looked down at her, and Theo sensed Arthur's distress. "She's okay, she's home, and we're going to take care of her." Arthur nodded, "Yeah, I know." Theo put his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "This is a special circumstance, so I'm going to just say it. We all know you two have feelings for each other; it's not hard to miss. Right now, she needs you, Arthur." Comte said, "The rest of us will help Napoleon; I want you to focus on her. I've called my physician to look at her arm. He'll be here soon." Arthur nodded. "O-okay," Comte gave him a small smile. "She's going to recover quickly." Everyone piled out of the room, leaving Arthur and Sebastian alone. "I'll bring you some coffee." Arthur didn't agree or disagree. He just let Sebastian do what he needed to do. Arthur wasn't sure if he could speak the words even if Sebastian had asked.

Being in the room alone made Arthur a little uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Arthur had always been the one to treat the sick, but being on the other side was both a relief and a frustration. Finally, he moved the chair from her desk to sit beside her bed. When Sebastian came in, he brought Arthur coffee along with rogue. He placed them on the bedside table. "She is bleeding. We can't have you losing control, no matter how much self-control you have." Arthur reached for the rouge, acknowledging that Sebastian was right. He gulped it down without a word, then licked his lips. 

Sebastian took the rogue from Arthur. "In our time, they say it helps people heal to hear the voices of those they love even when asleep." Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Sebastian smiled, then averted his eyes to her and put his hand over hers. "I hope you wake up soon." He squeezed her hand. It tugged at Arthur's heart to know how she's touched every one of them. "If you need anything, I'll be here." Arthur nodded, "Thank you, Sebas." Sebastian gave Arthur a long nod before leaving and shutting the door.

 "I guess everyone knows how we feel about each other; I know how I feel; I wasn't certain about you." He sighed, "I care about you a great deal." He leaned forward, took her hand, and gently kissed it. Then, he put his forehead on her hand when he heard a knock on the door. He lifted his head but still had his hand wrapped around hers. Sebastian and the doctor walked in. "Good evening. I'm just going to take a look at your lady friend." Arthur felt oddly possessive over her but had to push it down. He knew the doctor was here to help but couldn't control the new emotion. 

Arthur stood up and backed away, standing next to Sebastian to give the doctor space. His eyes immediately went to her arm. "Stitches are going to be in order here." The doctor's eyes lifted from her to Arthur and Sebastian. "Has she woken up at all?" Arthur shook his head. "It hasn't been that long since she was brought home." The doctor looked back down to the wound on her arm. "I'll need one of you to hold her down if she wakes up. I can't have her thrashing while I'm giving her stitches. Arthur wrapped his hand tightly around her free hand and pressed down on her shoulder. The doctor cleaned the wound and laid out his supplies. "Okay, here we go." As soon as the needle pierced her skin, her eyes popped open, and she groaned from the pain. "You're okay, luv. The doctor here is just fixing up that nasty cut on your arm." She nodded and winced each time a new stitch was made. 

Arthur held her eyes in his, then finally, "All set, that was a pretty nasty cut. Do you mind if I finish your examination while you're awake?" She cleared her throat "o-okay" she said with a hoarse voice. She sat up, and he finished the examination. "You look good." He sat down. "You went through a lot today; feeling exhausted is perfectly normal. It's going to take some time before you feel normal again." She nodded, "Thank you." The doctor smiled. "I'll return to take out those stitches in a few weeks." Sebastian smiled and walked with the doctor to see him out. She looked over at Arthur. "Napoleon, is he okay?" Arthur smiled. "I can see if he's back yet. I'll be right back, luv." He says to her as he strokes her cheek.

When the door opened, three men entered: Arthur, Napoleon, and Issac. Napoleon smiled at the sight of her. "I'm sorry to both of you." She looked between Napoleon and Issac. She swallowed. "Thank you for finding me and bringing me home." Napoleon took her hand and sat on the bed. "The men that tried to take you have been arrested; this won't happen to anyone ever again. "Thank you, Napoleon, you're a good man." He squeezed her hand, and she choked back tears. "I don't know what they wanted with me." Napoleon grimaced, "I don't know either." Napoleon replied, "Some people are just sick and twisted." She bit her lip. "Oh, I have something of yours." She looked at him curiously, and Napoleon pulled the ribbon from his pocket. "We found this on the ground in the alley. I think it'll get clean if we scrub it." Napolean says as he looks at how dirty it is while he hands it to her. She mustered a smile. "Thank you."

She glances at Issac." Issac," She says his name with a shaky voice. She was close to tears but was forcing herself to hold back. His attention was on her, and she held her hand to him. He walked to the edge of her bed, standing next to Napoleon. He took her hand. "Thank you for saving me." Issac's eyes wavered. "I didn't do much," Arthur laughed. "He's modest." She latched her eyes on Issac's. His rosy hues searched hers. "But you did. You made me feel safe, and you took care of my arm." She squeezed his hand tightly as he stood there stunned. "You are a special friend to me, Issac, and what you did for me today means so much to me." Tears ran down her face with emotion. "I was so scared, and there you were." Arthur and Napoleon watched silently as she poured her heart out to Issac. 

He finally looked at her. “ Can’t you see I’m busy?! I don’t have time to take a stroll with some human girl!” She was dumbfounded and just looked at him in disbelief.

“ What?” She asked quietly, he had never said anything like that before.

“ Why do you keep bothering me? Can’t you see I’m not interested in walks or listening to you talk! You’re just a stupid woman, just go away!” It was harsh, really harsh. She had to leave before the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

She bit her lip trying to contain the little bit of self-control she had left.

“I’ll go then” she didn’t wait for him to reply, she may have slammed his door shut a little too forcefully.

She took in a shaky breath and began walking quickly through the mansion practically running through the hall, trying to get somewhere she could breathe before she suffocated.

“ Dove, where are you going in such a hurry?” Arthur teased until he saw her face. His smile faded and he looked at her tenderly.

“ _ _ _, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“ DON’T! Do not touch me, just leave me alone!” She swatted his hand away as he went to put it on her shoulder.

He raised his hands in submission. “ Bloody hell _ _ _, I get it. You don’t have to scream at me.” She glared at him and continued to walk towards her room and slammed the door loudly, locking it quickly before she ran to her bed and began sobbing into the pillows.

Arthur went to her door and knocked.

“ _ _ _, what’s the matter? I won’t judge.” His pleas fell on deaf ears and she never answered the door, crying herself to sleep.

“ Arthur, what are you looking at?” Isaac asked sitting across from him.

“Hm? Oh, it’s _ _ _. She hasn’t been herself the last couple of days. Just the other day she yelled at me when I asked what was wrong. Something is going on.” Isaac looked at the drink in his hands.

“ Oh? Are you worried about _ _ _?” Leonardo interrupted.

“She’s leaving…Going back to her time.” Leonardo said as he sat down.

“ What...Already? …Blast I thought we had more time.” Arthur sat back, slumping into the armchair. Isaac glanced over to her but quickly averted his eyes.

“ When is she leaving?” Isaac finally asked.

“Two days from now. It’ll be quiet without her. I have to be honest I will miss her.” He paused sighing. “ It’s strange though, I thought she’d stay, I really had that feeling.” He looked straight at Isaac “ I wonder if something happened? Or…Perhaps she can be swayed to stay?” Isaac stood up and adjusted his clothes and sauntered off quickly. Arthur cocked his head to the side.

“What’s with him?” Arthur asked.

“ I wonder?” Leonardo took a drink, watching Issac walk away swiftly.

Issac paced back and forth trying to figure out what to do with his frustration. He knew he didn’t have anyone to blame except himself. He said hurtful things to her. He wanted this, for her to stay away. He was trying to protect her. There was just one problem, he didn't want her to leave. He sat down on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Damnit!” This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He finally gave up from the emotional turmoil and let the exhaustion overtake his body.

It didn’t feel like he had been asleep long when he was awoken by a light knock on his door. There was only one person that would knock like that, and for a moment his heart had hope.

“I know you’re busy or maybe you’re still sleeping?” she never opened the door, only talked through it. “ I know you don’t want to see me.” She sighed “ I’m leaving tomorrow, I’m going home, back to my time. I had hoped to say goodbye, maybe it’s better this way? I don’t know anymore. Can you do just one thing for me, Issac? I want you to be happy.” She sighed “Take care of yourself. I’m going to miss you.” She pressed her palm against the door “ Goodbye” She swallowed thickly and left with tears ready to erupt out of her eyes.

Issac looked at the door blearily, as if it were a stronghold, impossible to penetrate; keeping him from stepping out. He heard every word she said, to think that would be the last time he heard her voice. It pained him to even think about it. This was her choice who was he to try and stop her?

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She didn’t plan on taking anything she had only come with the clothes on her back, it was only natural she leave the same way. As she headed to the infamous door led by Le Comte everyone was gathered around the door to see her off.

“Guys… You don’t have to do this”

“Perhaps we are doing this for us? We will miss you Hondjie.” Theo wrapped her up in a tight hug.

She made her rounds to each vampire hugging them and giving friendly kisses. As she made her way to Leonardo, he looked worried.

“ You don’t seem happy about leaving ma cherie. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“ No, but it’s what’s right.” He nodded his head and kissed her cheek.

“Are you ready?” Le Comte asked her, she looked at him wiping tears away.

“ Thank you, all of you. All of you have a special place in my heart.” She gave Sebastion and Comte each a hug before turning to the door. _ _ _ closed her eyes and took a deep breath while turning the handle when the door shut before she could open it wider. She opened her eyes confused. Issac had pressed his hand to shut the door.

“ Issac. Wha- what are you doing?” She turned around to face him.

“ I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean the things I said to you, any of it.” He swallowed making his Adam’s apple bob.

“Issac? I don’t understand, why tell me this NOW?”

“ I pushed you away. I said that so you would stay, so you would go home. I did it to protect you. From me, from them.” He motioned to the other vampires.

“ What I didn’t know was that my feelings for you would get in the way. I was ready to let you go, let you live your life, but-“

She raised her eyebrows “ But?”

“ I have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“ How much I love you.”

“ Then show me” She grabbed his shirt pulling him towards her and carefully placed her lips on his.

Everyone started clapping, and Issac pulled away with his face radiating a red tint.

" Let's give them some privacy," Vincent said, as he pulled Theo away. One by one they all left.

“ I’ve loved you all along, Isaac.” She said cupping his cheeks.

“ You have? Even though I’m a -“

“ A what? A vampire? I wouldn’t care if you were a demon. ‘The heart wants what it wants or else it does not care’ Emily Dickinson said that, and that is exactly how I feel.” She grinned.

“Stay?” He lifted her chin up looking into her eyes before he kissed her as if his life depended on this one kiss.

“ I will,” she said between breaths. He smiled kissing her again.

" Yeah?" He rested his forehead on hers.

“I’m okay, I couldn’t sleep anymore, and I’m hungry.” Theo smiled, “Hungry is a good sign. Just so happens that Napoleon is making us something to eat.”  Vincent motioned for her to sit next to him. “It’s good to see you up and about,” Theo remarked. She didn’t want to disappoint him and tell him she was up because of the nightmares and needed some company so she wouldn’t be scared. Napoleon smiled when he saw her as he set some plates on the table. “You’re out of bed?” Napoleon smiled. “I made us a breakfast late night snack.” Her mouth was practically watering when he brought out the pancakes. She didn’t realize how hungry she was, but she easily ate three pancakes and sausage. Napoleon smiled when she was finished. “Everyone’s been worried about you, especially that one over there.” Napolean pointed with his chin towards Arthur and Issac, who were playing chess. “Who?” She asks 

“Arthur,” Theo answers, “He was in your room with you the whole time while you were asleep.”  She looks at Arthur and Issac, playing chess, and says, “Thank you for the food, Napoleon. I’m going to see Arthur.” Napolean smiles, “Anytime.” She walks off, and Theo shares a knowing smile with Vincent and Napolean; they smile back, watching her walk over to Arthur. 

Arthur and Isaac were so absorbed in their game that they didn’t notice her. “Sorry to interrupt.” They both looked up. “Why are you up? Do you need something?” Arthur chanted anxiously. She smiled at his immediate concern. “No, I’m good. Napoleon made some yummy pancakes.” She met Arthur’s eyes. “I wanted to see you before I go back to my room.” He stood up, adjusting his vest. “Rain check, Newt?” He said with a smirk. Issac rolled his eyes at the nickname but was polite nonetheless. “Yeah, of course.” 

Arthur turned to her. “I’ll walk you to your room.” They began walking. “Do you need anything else before we go?” She shook her head, “No, I’m all taken care of.” Arthur walked down the hall with her, asking how she felt and if she was in pain. “It hurts, but it’s not terrible.” When they got to her room, Arthur opened the door. “Let me help you.” He hung her robe on the coat rack, then he pulled back the covers and held her steady as she climbed into bed. “Arthur, will you stay awhile? I keep having nightmares.” He nodded. “anything you need, luv.” 

“Sit next to me.” She motioned to the spot next to her on the bed. He sat next to her, and she laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her. “You make me feel safe,” he chuckled. You know that I’m a vampire, right?” 

“You would never really hurt me.” He sighed, “I suppose you’re right. You’re too precious. I could never hurt you.” He remembered what it felt like worrying while she was sleeping, “look at me.” Arthur says in a low voice. She sat up, and he took her hand, intertwining their fingers together. “You scared me today. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I want you to know if you want to be with Issac I’ll back off.” She looked at him, flabbergasted that he would even suggest such a thing after weeks of mutual flirting.

Had she not shown him her feelings well enough? Maybe she needed to just say it. She put her finger to his lips before he could continue, “Stop right there. I do not have feelings for Issac. He’s just a really close friend.” Arthur looked at her, baffled. “You don’t?” She shook her head. “No,” relief washed over him, “If that’s the case, then I want to. “He didn’t finish his sentence. He looked at her, ran his fingers through her hair, and then cupped her cheek. “I can’t hold it in any longer; you’ve stolen my heart dove. I love you.” His face came closer to hers, his lips touching hers gently, and she kissed him back, putting her hand on the back of his neck. 

When he pulled away from her, she smiled, “I love you too, Arthur. You’ve won me over, and I want you all to myself.” He kissed her temple, “We can arrange that. I’m all yours, luv forever and always.” His lips went back to hers, and this time, he kissed her with more passion. Knowing she felt the same made his heart sing. 

She fell asleep lying on his chest. When Sebastian came in the next morning, he found them asleep in each other’s arms. He smiled and cleared his throat, and they both opened their eyes, aware of being wrapped up in each other. They both blushed and pulled away from each other. Sebastian laughed, “We all know you two are in love with each other; there’s no need to worry.” 

Theo could tell that this thing between you and Arthur wasn't some fleeting fling, the way you looked at one another when he entered the room. You were in love, and you were both in pain from losing each other. "Emile will take your place; she and I will be wed, and you will be free of me." You shook your head, not agreeing. "I don't know that my parents will go for it; they are dead set on me marrying before Emile." He nodded, "Let me talk to them myself; maybe I can convince them." Theo raised an eyebrow, "You don't look happy about this." You sighed and glanced at Arthur, who was standing next to you. Then you looked back to Theo. "I'm not confident this will work. Say you do convince them, and you marry my sister; what's stopping them from forcing me to marry someone else?"

"What if I find you somewhere to go? A neighboring country or even a different part of the country." You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating. "There is a castle out east at the edge of the country that is unoccupied, on the border of another country. I don't know why my parents haven't done anything with it." 

You relaxed, and your arms returned to your sides. "let me ask you a question. Do you like Emile? Is she a suitable choice for a wife?" You asked, sizing him up, "My sister and I don't get along, but she is my sister, and I care about her. So please enlighten me, do you see yourself loving Emile?"  Theo was a little surprised by your question. He figured you wouldn't care if he married Emile, just that you were free of him. He misjudged you. You wanted your sister to be happy. "I do, I can see us being very happy together." 

Satisfied with his answer, you studied Theo's face, looking for any sign of unease, but only found fondness. "I believe you." You put a piece of hair behind your ear, then narrowed your eyes. "How should we approach our parents in this? I assume your parents will want to hear about this as well. They are here, are they not?" Theo raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I wouldn't want them to be blindsided when the wrong sister is marrying me." You considered that Emile hadn't any indiciation of what was being proposed.  "Does Emile know about any of this?" Theo shifted and rubbed the back of his neck. A wide smile spread across Arthur's face. "She hasn't the slightest idea, does she?" Theo cleared his throat, "No, I haven't told her. I wanted to see how things went here before I put ideas in her head." 

Your face relaxed, "You care for her." You smiled. "I'm glad. She deserves happiness." Walking towards Theo, You looked him in the eyes. "Let's help each other. I'm not sure how we will make it work, but if we all work together, the odds will be better, and that starts with telling Emile." She turned back to Arthur. You smiled, and Arthur smiled back at you. It had been weeks since the two of you had smiled at each other. Theo chuckled, "I'll leave you now. Shall we meet tomorrow?" She turned. "Let's meet in the gardens after breakfast." A small smile graced his lips. "Till tomorrow then." He turned and closed the door behind him as he left. 

You walked to Arthur, taking soft steps. Stopping in front of him, you combed his hair back and gazed into his azure eyes. He put his hands on the sides of your face and looked deep into your eyes before his eyes drifted to your lips, and he pressed his lips tenderly against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand at the base where his hairline started. "I love you," You breathed when the kiss briefly broke. "I love you too," He says, dropping his hands from your face to put them around your waist. "I want to fight for us." You said to him with determination, lacing your voice. He smiled, "And so we shall fight."  You leaned your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You felt at peace with his arms wrapped around you. 

Arthur kissed the top of your head, and you lifted your head and cupped his cheek with your hand. He placed his hand over yours and leaned into your touch. He looked worn out, with dark circles under his eyes and stubble on his face. You drew your brows together, "Why are you making that face?" He said with concern seeping into his words. "You've been hurting, and I caused that pain."  You dropped your hand from his face and looked down. He put his fingers under your chin, bringing your face up to meet his eyes. "I won't lie to you; I've been a mess of a man." 

You hugged him tight, "I'm so so sorry." He hugged you back. "Don't apologize; none of this is your fault."  You still had a wrench in your heart, even if it wasn't directly your fault you had hurt him. "We should have never started in the first place; it would have saved us a lot of pain. "Perhaps, but our love story was something to behold; I wouldn't take back any of it."

 You gave him a surprised look; of course, Arthur would say something like that. He was never shy about the love he held for you. "I wasn't the only one in pain. I can see it in your face." He brushed your long hair with his fingers, and you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him to your lips. You moved your lips with his. The emotion was bursting inside of you, unable to be contained. Tears escaped your eyes, dripping onto Arthur's hand. Surprised by the sudden warm wetness, he broke the kiss and looked at your tearful face. 

He wiped your tears away and gazed at you with a tender stare. "I love you with everything that I am; that will never change no matter how far apart we are." More tears came, and he chuckled at your hopelessness. "Oh, Arthur," you whispered breathily. He looked through your eyes deeply as if checking to see where your soul was placed. It was such a tender moment.

He brushed your hair behind your ear, soothing you, "I love you so much." He smiled and bent down slowly, making the wait for his lips against yours almost painful. Finally, his lips brushed against yours, and you could feel the passion in the kiss. His hand went to the back of your neck, and his fingers tangled in your long hair. You kissed him harder, and he put his hand against the small of your back, pushing you against his body. 

He pushed his tongue past your lips to tangle with your tongue, his hand left your head to rest on your hip, and soon his hands were caressing your sides, feeling the dips of your curves. As the kiss continued and as you ravaged each other's mouths, you found yourself with your back against the wall. His lips left yours to immediately kiss down the side of your neck. It lit the fire that was waiting inside your body. He nipped and licked at your neck, enjoying seeing you come undone just by mere kisses. "You like that, don't you?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "Mmn, yes." He smiled as he switched to the other side of your neck. 

Arthur hadn't meant for things to go this far. He couldn't stop now; he had been denied of you for too long. Now, though he was free, he could inhale your scent; he could kiss your lips. Hear your voice. You were here, and he wanted all of you.

You were wearing a nightgown with no corset and no undergarments that were in the way of him touching you. He kissed along your collarbones and pinched your nipples through the fabric of your nightgown. You writhed and felt how your core yearned for him. His hands were on your breasts, letting them fill his hands. He groped and massaged and tugged, forcing sweet moans from your throat. His hands left her breasts and roamed down her body to stop at the side of her thighs to hike up her nightgown to above her thighs. He kissed her again, hard and demanding. Forcing his tongue in as he lifted your leg to wrap it around his waist. 

With your inexperience, you questioned his actions but let him lead you. His hand slid up your thigh, and you sucked in a breath as you anticipated his next move. His fingers found your center, and he gently pinched your clit. You felt yourself heating up and suddenly wanted his hands all over you. He pressed down on the nub and began rubbing it in tight circles. He watched your expressions as his fingers toyed with you. His fingers left your clit. Then he slid two fingers into you. Pumping them and curling them so they found that secret spot inside you. You began to moan, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face close to yours.  He kissed you and pumped his fingers into you viciously. 

"Arth- Arthur, I, ah, I want you." He had a pleased smile on his face. "And you shall have me." He pulled his pants down to his thighs and released his erect member. With your leg still wrapped around his waist, he was easily able to find your center with his cock. He pressed the head of his cock against your clit, making you moan loudly. He leaned forward, kissing you, trying to stifle your moans. "Shh, if you keep that up, the guards will hear us." Finally, his cock prodded at your entrance, and he kissed the side of your neck. "It shouldn't hurt this time." Your eyes locked onto his as grabbed your ass and lifted you up, then lifted your other leg so that both your legs were wrapped around his waist. You crossed your ankles on the small of his back. He kissed you, delving his tongue into your mouth, then he pushed in gently, and he swallowed another one of your moans. 

He felt the way your walls stretched to accommodate him, and he gave one final push so that he was complete with you. Pulling away from your lips slightly to look at your lust-filled eyes, he asked, "How do you feel?" He rolled his hips back and slid back in again. "Mmmn, good." He made the same motion: "How good?" He did it again. "Ah! So good. Give me more Arthur, I want more." He kissed you sloppily. "As you wish." He sped up the pace and slid in more roughly than before. Your hands were on his shoulders, but you wanted his hands on you, so you reached for his hand and put it on your breast. 

He massaged and pinched at your nipple as he worked magic with his cock. He readjusted and shifted his angle, hitting a particularly sensitive area. Arthur kissed you again as his hand reached between your bodies to put his finger over your clit. He rubbed it as he pummeled into you; the pleasure was almost too much as heat washed over your body, and your toes began to tingle. "Arthur, mmmn." He nipped at the side of your neck. "Are you there? Are you going to come for me?" You held on so tightly he could feel your nails digging into the skin underneath his shirt.  "So close, almost there." He thrust harder and faster, trying to get you there, but if he wasn't careful, he'd tip over the edge himself. 

Right as he thrust into you, he felt your walls contract and squeeze around his throbbing cock. "Ahh! Arthur, I'm-"You couldn't finish your sentence as you fell into your high of ecstasy. Arthur could feel his end coming fast. He thrust into you erratically and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself as he came hard and fast into you. You both panted as Arthur's erection softened, and he kissed your forehead as he slipped out of you, and you untangled your legs from his waist. Your feet were once again on the floor, but your legs were still quivering from the intense orgasm.  Arthur smiled as he pulled his pants up and tucked in his shirt. 

You glared at him. “I’d rather not. You mind your business. I’ll mind mine.” He chuckled. “Look, my parents are forcing me into this as well. I’m not happy about it either, but it is what it is. I don’t want to be completely miserable, and what about children, huh? How are we supposed to produce children if we never talk?” She crossed her arms, “Children are not going to happen. What’s the point? It’s not like our imaginary children will be heir to the throne.” Theo shook his head. “You’re a difficult one, aren’t you? You do realize we have to consummate our marriage, correct?” You hadn’t thought of that. Would he be able to tell you had been intimate with someone before? That could be a serious problem. “I’ll take that as a no.” 

“We aren’t truly married if we do not.” You took in a deep breath, “Even better. Get a mistress. I don’t care what you do.” He bit his lip, trying to think of ways to get you to communicate. “Okay, let’s not think about that right now. Can we start over by having a real conversation? Do you think you can do that?” All you kept hearing were your father’s words. “You have a duty to this country.” Out of energy to fight back, you resigned, knowing there was no point in fighting anymore. You had to accept your fate. “

Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “what do you want to talk about?” He gave you a sad smile. “I want us to get to know each other. For example, my favorite color is green; what’s yours?” He reached out his hand to guide you, and reluctantly, you accepted the walk. Usually, you would say blue, but it reminded you of Arthur’s eyes. You wanted to keep Arthur out of this and keep him locked tight in your heart, so picking the next best thing, you said softly, “Purple,” a smile spread on his face. “My mother had purple irises in her garden during the summer. It’s a nice color. Maybe we could go see them sometime. I bet she’d love to have us there.” He said it as if it were the most natural thing.

He was trying; you had to give him credit for that. After walking the castle grounds and having a light conversation, he stopped in the gardens, plucking a flower and twirling it in his fingers. He looked at you curiously, “What?” He stood up straight. “You don’t smile much, do you?” You looked up. “I guess not,” You licked your lips. “I hope that one day you will find happiness. Hopefully, with me.” He smiled, handing you the flower. You took it gently from his fingers, looking at the vibrant pink. “maybe,” you said. “It’s been a long day, Theo. I’d like to go to my room.” He smiled. “Sure, I’ll walk with you.” You shook her head. “No, it’s okay. The walk was nice, thank you.” He smiled. “Anytime,” You strolled to your room. The guards moved to the side to let you in, standing guard again as you closed the door.

 You set the flower down on the vanity as you sat in front of the mirror. You unpinned your hair and let it fall past your shoulders. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, You blinked and closed your eyes tight. You brought your hands to your face and started crying, not just because of your broken heart but because Theo was actually nice. If you let yourself, perhaps you could learn to like being with him. The fact that you even thought that made your stomach turn. You collected yourself enough to get into your nightgown and climbed into bed, cuddling up against the pillows. You turned out the lights, staring into nothingness. Sleep was not happening, with so many thoughts swirling through your mind. You lit a candle, went to the window, and saw a few people walking around the castle grounds, including your sister and Theo. Grunting, you crossed your arms over the windowsill and looked down, seeing Arthur and Sebastian talking. Even just seeing him was heart-wrenching and you retreated back to your room.

Wanting to feel your presence, Arthur walked down the hall to your room, which was guarded by three guards. Since when had there been guards in front of your room? 

Arthur furrowed his brows when he saw an inebriated Emile and Theo giggling as they walked down the hall. Curious, his eyes followed them with the feeling that they were being awfully flirty for a pair of soon-to-be in-laws. He squinted his eyes, feeling instantly irritated. You were both suffering, and for what? For your future husband to flirt with your own sister. He swallowed thickly, balled his fist up, and turned around, walking away briskly. 

It was none of his business anymore. The sooner you got married, the better. Then, you both could carry on with your respective lives. “Argh!” Who was he kidding? He was hopelessly in love with you. What was going to happen when you came to visit? What about when you have children? And he has to sit on the sidelines and watch you be happy without him. Just as he was turning to leave in frustration, he heard your voice. “When I said you could get a mistress, I did NOT mean my own sister!” Emile looked over. “How are you out of your room? It’s guarded!” She glared at her sister.

“What does it matter? Look at you! Drunk and all over MY betrothed!” Emile swayed toward you. “You don’t even like him; you won’t give him the time of day.” She crossed her arms. “I’m trying!” You replied, “But this,“ You motioned towards the two of them, “Isn’t helping. This makes me angry.” Arthur stood still as he watched the interaction between the three of you. He could sense your irritation and walked forward. “Your Highness,” he bowed. Your heart hammered to have him so close. “Please join me for an evening walk.” Your brow furrowed. The pain of losing Arthur was too fresh to be in such proximity to him. You hardly even acknowledged him. “To hell with it !” You turned towards Theo and shook your head, the disappointment evident on your face. Then went back into your bedroom, slamming the door.

“I’m sorry, Theo. She can have an attitude.” Theo looked down, “I’m afraid we aren’t going to be very happy.” Emile grabbed his arm, and they began walking down the hall, with Theo looking dejected. 

Arthur watched them walk away and then looked at the door before him. He sighed, then turned on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Arthur didn’t know where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was that he had to keep moving. The thrumming in his ears was making it hard to focus. What a mess. He didn’t want to send you off to be unhappy. But there wasn’t much he could do. What was he but the King’s scribe? He had no authority over who the Princess married.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, though. It was late, hoping nobody was around. Arthur climbed the roof up to her bedroom window. Softly rapping on it. You cocked your head to the side but got up nonetheless. Going to your window to investigate. Seeing Arthur there certainly startled you, but seemingly startling him as well, his foot slid, and he began to fall. 

Pushing aside all your feelings as worry bubbled up, you opened the window. “Arthur!” You pulled onto his forearm to help steady him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered.

You helped pull him into the bedroom. You stood straight as he climbed in and looked at him, demanding answers. “I know we agreed to stay away from each other.” He sighed deeply, “But today...was rough.” You were silent, letting him speak his feelings. “I needed to come to see you.”

 He took your hands in his, looking into your sparkling eyes. “Watching you being doted on by another man was like a sword in the heart. It was unbearable.” The expression on your face mirrored his, one of anguish and confusion.

 He stroked your hair and looked at you tenderly. “We were never supposed to be together. Princesses don’t marry men like me, and now we’re being torn apart, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it!” Tears started stinging your eyes. “There’s nothing I can do either!” She let go of his hand to cup his cheek. “You, Arthur Conan Doyle, are and will always be the love of my life.” Arthur put his hand on the back of her neck, looking deeply into her eyes. “And you, Princess, are mine.” They put their foreheads together, wrapping their arms around each other. Instinctively closing their eyes to savor the sweet moment.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the door closing brought panic to both of them as they pulled apart quickly. “Could this be the reason the Princess has been so curt towards me? She’s in love with another man. And not just any man, but the King’s scribe.” She swallowed thickly. “Prince Theodourus ?” He smiled. “You have yourself in quite the predicament, dear Princess. I had come to your room to apologize. Instead, I find you in the arms of another man.” not knowing what to do, both Arthur and you stood there stunned. “Is this why you insisted I get a mistress? Because you were already planning on having one of your own?” She shook her head adamantly. “How would that work if we are literally countries away? I never had any intention--We broke it off before you arrived.” Theo raised an eyebrow and looked at you as if trying to read your thoughts. “Then what is happening here?” He motioned to the two of you. You swallowed thickly, “A moment of weakness. We will be wed soon and leave for your country, where I will leave him behind.” He crossed his arms and sighed. “We’re not off to a good start, hondje.”  

She looked down at the floor dejectedly. “I know,” you said quietly. Theo stepped closer to her lifting her chin up with his finger. “This is no good. I can’t have my wife in love with someone else. This just won’t do.” Arthur pushed down the jealousy and the urge to push Theo away from her. “What are you going to do?” You asked as his eyes burned into yours.

He gave her a small soft smile, “I do” Her eyes filled with tears. “Theo,” she whispered. He wiped it away and slowly inched his face closer until his lips pressed against hers. She kissed back, placing a hand on his bicep and one on his neck. “You feel the same, don’t you?” He said as they parted, but she pulled him back. “Yes,” she whispered before they connected again, and his tongue searched her mouth, entwining with hers.

As their kiss drew on, she was hit with reality and no longer being pushed by a moment of passion, by the heat of his hand upon her face. She pulled away a blushing mess. “Theo,” she sighed, “we can’t be together. It’ll make things a hundred times more complicated.” He was taken aback, but she turned pale, making him forget about the pain she had just put in his heart. “you don’t look so good. Are you alright?” She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to will nausea rising up. She ran over to a wastebasket, and barely by the time she got there, she vomited. He was at her back, rubbing it in soothing circles. When she was finished, she looked away, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief she had hidden in the pockets of her skirts.

“Sorry, you had to see that.” Theo put his hands in his pockets. “I don’t remember much about human ailments, but is there anything I can do?” She shook her head. “I just want to go got bed.” she walked off before he had a chance to stop her … and he let her go. He didn’t know what had just happened or why she kissed him if she didn’t want him. She did say she had feelings for him, but…nothing made sense to him. He wanted to let her go and avoid any more heartbreak, but he couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t let her go. He was going to get to the bottom of this!

She had suspected for a couple weeks first came the cramps and breast tenderness which was easily excused for an impending menstrual cycle, but when her cycle was just spotting in her underwear, she knew something was wrong. Her cycle was usually heavy and uncomfortable, making her irritable.

She had put the rendezvous with Arthur in the back of her mind, wanting to forget the whole thing had happened in the first place. Both were lonely and needed some company, but too much alone time in the library was not the best idea. Bringing tea and cookies, they laughed jovially when she tripped over the rug Arthur had caught her and took the bold chance of kissing her. She was hesitant at first, but then she kissed back with just as much need. He had her bent over the table with her skirts hiked up, exposing her voluptuous rear. He took her slowly at first, perhaps to prepare her for what was to come. He began fucking her in a frenzy, hard and fast, snapping his hips quickly. Somewhere between pain and pleasure, she rolled her hips just as fast to meet his. He nibbled her neck and ear, reaching between her legs, pressing down on her clit, and rubbing in circles to make her cum and cum hard. Her release was all over his hand, and his own release came crashing down just minutes later.

Ashamed, she refused to be alone with Arthur at all, trying not to avoid him to make it obvious. Now here she was, sitting on the bottom of her bed, staring at her dresser. She took a deep breath and got dressed to go out to town. “Where are you off to?” Issac asked; when she replied with a curt “Out,” he flinched, not used to her talking in that manner. “A-alright,” he said with wonder, curious about what she was actually going to do. As she shut the door to the carriage, she let out a deep sigh. She didn’t know if going to see the doctor would confirm anything. There weren’t pregnancy tests. She didn’t even know if there was a way to confirm it. The carriage stopped, and she walked into town, heading towards the clinic, unaware a certain tall brunette vampire had spotted her on his way to an art shop. “What are you up to?” He whispered to himself. Taking the opportunity to follow her. He used his vampire powers to make himself scarce as to not alert her of his presence. Theo watched as she entered the clinic.

She waited in the exam room for the doctor while she nervously played with the fabric of her skirt. The doctor walked in and immediately went to the sink to wash his hands. He sat down across from her. “So, the nurse tells me you suspect pregnancy?” She nodded her head. The doctor smiled, “Well, let’s examine you then, shall we?” He first went over the basic questions. The day of her last period, the symptoms she was experiencing. After doing a female examination, the doctor helped her sit up. “Definitely pregnant. From the date of your last cycle and how blue your cervix is, I’d estimate six weeks. She expected this result, but as the doctor spoke about good nutrition, she didn’t really hear his words.

Upon exiting the clinic, Theo leaned against the wall next to the door. “Are you sick?” She jumped, not expecting to see him or hear his baritone voice. “Kinda,” He gave her a frustrated look, “I don’t believe you. Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her to a secluded part of town to a bench where they could talk freely. “What is going on with you _ _ _?” She shook her head, but he put his hands on her cheeks, stilling her head. “Talk to me. You’ve got to tell someone what’s going on.”

Tears began leaking down her face. “I made a mistake Theo, a big mistake.” He listened and nodded. “Okay, what kind of mistake?” Her brow creased, and she took his hands off her face. “Theo, I’m pregnant, and it’s Arthur’s.” Theo was flabbergasted. It took a moment to take in what she had just said. “Is that why you were at the clinic?” She bit her lip, “yeah, I just found out,” she answered quietly. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.” He shifted his body, so he was looking at her. “Are you and Arthur? Is that why we can’t-? Because you’re seeing Arthur?” Her eyes widened. “Oh god, no! It was one time, and it was a big mistake. We are not together, Theo.” He nodded. “The reason we can’t be together was this.” She put her hand on her belly, “It would be complicated and messy. I don’t know how to tell Arthur. I don’t even know if he’ll take responsibility for this. It’s hard to guess what that man will do.” Theo combed his fingers through her curled hair. “He will, but I’m not worried about Arthur. I know you being you, you’ll always put others first. So…I need you to do something for me, okay?” He paused. “Take a moment for yourself to think of what has happened to you. this is real, _ _ _.” That opened the floodgates as tears burst out. “I-I can’t stay at the mansion! Everyone will know of my shame… I-I’ll get a job outside the mansion, get a place of my own.” Theo was surprised by her rambling. “Woah slow down hondje.”

He wiped her tears away, making her cry harder. “Don’t leave the mansion, so what if they know? Does it really matter?” She gave him a stern look, “It matters to me, Theo! They are my friends, and I can’t lie to them. I can remove myself, though.” Theo dropped his hands from her face, “Do you have any idea what it’s like for an unwed pregnant woman? You want to talk about shame? You’d be ostracized and talked about. Don’t tell me you’d rather have that than admit to your friends that you had a one time tryst with Arthur? You aren’t the only woman he’s wooed.” She stood up. “Is that supposed to make this easier?! Theo, I’m pregnant! I have no idea how this is even possible. Aren’t vampires technically dead?” Theo grabbed her hand, “I don’t know. Even in my long life, I have never heard of this happening. You must be special is all I can think of. It has nothing to do with him but with you. You don’t have to do this alone; everyone will be thrilled and more than willing to help, as will I.” He put his hand on top of hers.

“This doesn’t change my feelings for you. I doubt it will change anyone else’s either. You have affected all of us, some more than others.” He said with a slight blush and squeezed her hand. She looked up at him, “You still want to be with me? Even though I’m pregnant with your friend’s baby?” Theo smiled gently and kissed her hand. “Everyone makes mistakes. You don’t love him, do you?” She scoffed, “Arthur? Are you kidding me?” He smiled again. “Then,” He whispered as he softly kissed her lips. Her eyes fell shut, and as Theo withdrew, he kissed her eyelids. “Who holds the key to your heart?” She opened her eyes slowly, meeting Theo’s. He bushed her hair behind her ear and whispered into her ear. “Tell me” He kissed her temple. “You, it’s always been, you Theo.” He smiled, “I accept you _ _ _, mistakes and all.” He put his hand on her still flat belly. He kissed her forehead, then her nose. “Be with me” she searched his eyes and crashed her lips against his “Yes,” She whispered between sweet kisses.