#max philips

The place that had changed you so profoundly you would live for centuries.

A stable boy had found you as you were on the verge of passing out. You did not remember much, only that you woke up to a nice older woman next to you, a kind smile on her face. 

It would take days for you to find out that it was the king's mother. 

Your life had changed after that. 

The king's mother became like a mother to you, taking you under her wing. You reminded her of her late daughter she would tell you whenever you asked. You had been building yourself a life, working as a handmaiden for the king’s mother, becoming friends with the king and queen. 

What had happened to you in captivity slowly faded away. Yet at night, when you were alone, in the darkness of your chamber, the nightmares came. 

It was why you would take long walks at night just outside the castle. It was then that you noticed something had changed. No matter how many nights you spent awake, you were never tired. And there seemed to be a hunger that slowly was getting more intense. A hunger only blood could still. 

You were horrified the first time it happened. You had smelt the blood from outside, finding a dying man just outside the castle walls, drinking from him just before he died.

It was one of those nights you had been reckless, not taking your dagger when someone had tried to attack you. Back then you did not know you had more strength then most men. Only they had never had the chance to hurt you, falling dead to your feet before you could scream for help by the hands of another man. 

It was the night you met Pero Tovar. 

Pero who would again change your life, sneaking his way into your heart until you could not imagine being without him. 

Just three months after that fateful night the king had married you and Pero, in a small ceremony, followed by a huge celebration that would be the talk of the kingdom for years to come. 

Pero had quickly become the king’s guard, the grumpy expression he always wore only melting into a smile in the privacy of your chambers.

It was on your wedding night that Pero had carved both your initials into the wood in the grand hall, hidden from view. Just behind the throne, hidden behind a curtain.

But you knew it was there. 

And It had been for the last 600 years. 

“What are you looking at, Sweet cheeks?” you turned your head, finding Max looking at you. He was dressed in jeans and a shirt, so unlike him. Max Phillips always wears a suit.  Then again you had talked him into a vacation around the globe and hiking (he was entertaining your wish and really just walked, for a human experience) in a suit, even for a vampire would look stupid. Not that he hadn’t tried.

You would forever (literally) tease him about wearing an Armani suit to hike up a mountain in austria.

“Memories,” you smiled, kissing your fingers to bring it down to rub over the wood. 

“Cute,” he hummed, his arms wrapping around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“Pero carved it on our wedding day. It was early morning already and we were sitting here, hidden from view behind some curtain. I might have been sitting on his cock while he did this,” you grinned. 

“Naughty,” Max kissed your jaw. You nodded. 

“He never judged me. He helped me when I told him about it. About what I was. Back then I didn’t know I was a vampire,” you whispered. You didn’t need much blood. Whatever they did to you while they had taken you had changed you, but did not make you a bloodthirsty monster. 

Every month or so you needed some blood and Pero had been more than happy to help you out in the beginning. 

You had stayed with him until the day he died of old age peacefully in your arms. You still owned the little house in Spain you had built together after leaving the king once people started to notice you weren’t ageing. 

“He sounds nice,” Max said. You nodded, turning in his arms to kiss him softly. 

"You kinda look like him now that I think about it," you grinned and he winked.

"You have a type."

“I do. I loved him very much. I still do but… now I get to spend eternity with you. Even though you’re an asshole like 30% of the time,” you teased. He rolled his eyes.

“Your asshole though,” he waved his hand at you, wiggling his fingers, his wedding ring reflecting the light. 

“True. And I know how to keep you in line, so it’s a win win for me really,” you grinned, one of your hands squeezing his ass. 

“Ready to snail-hike back down to our car?” he asked. You nodded.

He slapped your ass, hard, when you made your way out of the hall. 

“You gonna pay for that Philips,” you narrowed your eyes.