The Pale Girl The Vampire Tales 2 A novel

Chapter Twelve

Lord Nathaniel arrived at the Court of the Vampires.

'My King. My Queen. I...'.

'This girl, Margot, is not your wife'.

'No, my King'.

'She is the pale girl of New York; she is one of us'.

'Yes, my King'.

'She is bled dry'.

'Yes, my King'.

'Such behavior is not tolerated in my Kingdom'.

'I was always...careful'.

'Careful...or reckless', Queen Beatrice shouted.

'My Queen, had I known she was...'.

'She is pure, Lord Nathaniel; she is not one of us', Prince Gabriel said. His long, black hair fell down his back; his red eyes sparked fury at him.

'I smell vampire blood inside her, brother', Princess Frederica said.

'And', Margot said.

'And, you're a half-breed', Princess Frederica said.

'And'.

'And, you will be tired to us, whether we like it or not. The vampire child, a boy, or a girl, is a generation before us, or two'.

'I didn't expect this'.

'Family is family'.

'If I marry him...'.

'No, Margot. You shall not marry him, because he is banished'.

'No, my Princess...'.

'Silence!', Princess Frederica yelled.

And the Court's meeting was over.

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