Trigger warnings: Non-consent, abduction, public humiliation, death, blood and blood drinking (I mean...they're vampires), degradation, and sexual harassment (including not between MCs)

About this story: Hi, again! This is the prologue of a short fantasy story I'm writing where the female character is a human princess and the male character is a vampire king who abducts her. This is a little different form what I've done before so as I post, I'd love to hear your thoughts!💜 I'll be posting every 2-3 days going forward, but Part 1 will likely be posted tomorrow🥰 Like Stolen, it'll be from the female character's POV and so will the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy it!💜

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

If you like this story and want to read more, you can find a list of all my stories here!💜 You can also find a list of the parts of this story whenever they are published.🥰

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The king watched, transfixed, as the princess was dragged kicking and screaming through the throne room and towards him. The human girl was barely dressed – practically naked – and adorned with gold chains, so her resistance did little but expose more of her skin.

He was already so captivated by her skin. So smooth and fragile looking, her tan skin made her icy blue eyes and silver hair pop in a way that he could hardly explain to anyone without sounding ridiculous. Her mouth, heart shaped and painted a deep red, looked so delicious he could contain himself only with great effort. His eyes roamed her body up and down, over and over again, trailing those curves, so smooth and delectable. Her neck, although partly covered by her gold collar, looked like it was begging for his bite, and he was eager to indulge it.

But for now, he simply watched. Despite her struggle, Derrick was relentless, dragging her by her leash like she was a rabid, misbehaving dog. He was the only man in this room the king trusted to hold her leash without eating her alive, and with the way the hundreds of eyes in the throne room looked to be doing just that, he knew he made the right choice.

Derrick only stopped when the two of them reached the foot of the dais, on top of which sat the king on his throne. He was always so, so careful with appearances, but something about her made him lose himself. Without meaning to, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees to inspect her more closely.

She fought and she fought, even as Derrick yanked her by the hair before the king. But when her eyes met his, she stilled.

He couldn’t help but feel satisfied that the mere sight of him made her struggle end. Derrick was saying something, probably greeting him, but the king wasn’t listening. No, he was entirely focused on her, just like she seemed to be entirely focused on him.

She was pushed onto her knees as Derrick continued speaking. As planned, she was then pushed onto the floor, her cheek lying flat against the carpeted dais before him.

Derrick had been speaking for a while, but the king only heard the last two words of his speech. When he uttered those two little words, shivers ran up the king’s spine. He had never received so much pleasure from mere words before. “His slave,” Derrick had said, and the crowd applauded, pleased at the humiliation of the human princess.

But he was still entirely focused on her. She was crying now, soaking the carpet and clearly overwhelmed by the emotions of being treated like this. Part of him felt bad for her, but mostly, he could feel his pants tightening when he looked at her. The sight of her in chains, barely dressed and sobbing at his feet did something primal to him he had never experienced before.

The vampire king was no stranger to seeing humans – especially human women – suffer for him, but there was something special about her. He knew now, just as when he had first captured her days ago, that he would never let her go.

Nor would he share her with anyone, which was something he could already tell would be an unpopular decision, but he didn’t care. She belonged to him and only him, and now, he just needed to make it official.

He needed to brand her.

And so he rose, and the girl did the same once commanded, already so obedient for him. He leaned closer, tucking the girl’s hair behind her ear, unable to stop himself. She looked like a frightened animal, so, so scared, but he didn’t miss the way her eyes briefly lit up when he touched her.

It pleased him, knowing that she enjoyed the gesture, at least a little. But it would do nothing to prepare her for what would come next.

Because just a minute later, he gripped her arms in his hands, and she fell to her knees as his magic penetrated her skin and unimaginable pain racked her body.

She screamed loudly, and the king could do nothing but smile as he marked her as his in front of his entire kingdom, one single thought, a single word running through his mind throughout the entire process.

Mine.

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