Bab 45: Vampire Diaries 42: Not an Exception

Slowly and gently, Jack accompany me to the Vampire Lord. He squeezes my sweating hands while watching the crowd, my guardians and his father.

"When you are near, bow and fall to your knees. Father will be pleased and honoured by simple things," Jack tilts his head while caresses my hair.

As we are getting closer, my feet hurts because of the pair of shoes he gave me.

"My... My Lo– Lord,"

My voice cracks when the moment I utter his sacred name. Jack stays beside me, "Thalia Hackensen, the vampire who captured my heart since we were young and free." Jack murmurs.

The royal guards gather around the palace. While the snow keeps pouring, and the feast continues.

"Why are you nervous, young woman?" speaks the man before me. He laughs silently but I hurriedly look down to my feet. "Perhaps you are too young to be forgetful for you to shirk about the old man who's weak and wounded enough to beat the werewolves the other night?"

"What about last night, My Lord?!"

Jack asks him shortly. "Try to ask her, son." Lord Voltaire speaks.

However, I am oblivious and clueless! I... I have never seen him before and I can't remember any juncture that our paths come across.

But one of the palace's guards appears from nowhere. "I want you to watch how a vampire fought against an enemy! With strength and courage, a vampire have saved my life from the werewolves!" said the Vampire Lord.

Mother and father look into my way because of confusion.

They wants to ask me but I am clueless as they are! By then, the Vampire Lord stomps his foot. Gracefully, a scene from the other night playback.

"Watch her move and fight with our enemy! Watch the vampire who saved my life from the brisk of death!"

"It's you, Thalia! It's you who saved my father!"

The entire kingdom fill with a deafening silence. My heart continues pounding and thumping when I realizes and understands what he's trying to say.

I take a long sigh until it vanishes like a wind. Lord Voltaire walks towards me and taps Jack's shoulder. "You choose the ideal woman that I've wished to be your wife," said the man with a white, long beard.

"My... My Lord! Forgive me as I failed to recognize you!"

"I know it's surprises you, Thalia." He said, staring at me genuinely.

All of the vampires were shock when they finally realize that the vampire who recouped Lord Voltaire was me. I linger my finger on his arms as I feel a heavy burden within me.

I am fearful that Lord Voltaire might repudiate his son's decision– me. "Why are you not praising her?! Bow your heads and address the bravery of an ordinary vampire!" said the Vampire Lord, "You are not an exception, my beloved son." He added while looking intently into Jack's eyes.

By then, including mother and father, hundred of vampires praises and honours the good deed that I've done. It's beyond of my expectation and I never thought that I'll meet the most powerful vampire in the middle of an aggressive and dangerous battle.

"My Lord," I said in a calmest way, "I... I am sincerely asking for not recognizing you that night. I... I was too occupied fighting against the werewolves."

My lips shivers as I hold my breath away. He looks like Jack, his eyes, his pointed nose, his thin reddish lips and his perfect jawline.

Lord Voltaire nod his head slightly. With a genuine smile on his lips, "You are forgiven and I must thank you," he breaths deeply, "Tonight, all of you shall respect the King's beloved! Treat her like how you treat my sons, and myself! From this moment, Thalia Hackensen is part of the royal family!"

"Your Highness!"

My eyes widens upon hearing it. "You have nothing to be afraid of, young woman. From now on, you and your family shall live in my kingdom." said the Vampire Lord.

"Do not think about anything, I only need yourselves and your presence." Lord Voltaire seems to be serious and profound.

But, there's one thing that captures my attention. The magical cane that he's holding looks familiar to me. The emerald stones embroidered into its hilt were beautifully and perfectly made. The sharpness and boldness of it resembles to the one that I've seen and held before!

"Y–Yes, My Lord!"

Father and mother hold their breaths as they whimpers together, holding each other hands.