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Authors: Susan G. Charles
until the morning?” She asked with a chill running up her spine.
She was simply being herself. She had forgotten about his curse of all things. Not yet was she used to a vampire’s lifestyle. And she would never do anything to inflict harm upon the emotions of her new loved one.
“Was it a witty attempt at a jest?” August asked her. It wasn’t a cold expression or tone. It was more like presentable one, but with a slacking sense of humor.
“How silly,” Catherine laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I must be the worst bride ever―”
“The best,” said August.
Her heart skipped a beat at that comment. She heard him, but could not believe what she heard, and her cheeks swelled to a ripening blush. “Yeah, right.” she said, turning away from the light.
“You’re just saying that,” she said shyly.
“I couldn’t be more serious at this moment.” he said, brushing down her hair with the palm of his hand.
“You must know, if you’re not satisfied with the upkeep I’ll have it started before daylight.” He stopped brushing by her neck and slid his arm around her shoulders, drew her in close and proceeded toward the stairs.
“Please tell me you at least have a bed.” she said.
He huffed, looked toward the stones above and shook his head in the negative. Not because he didn’t have a bed, but at the thought of his new start being one of the most challenging feats he’d ever had to accomplish in all of his years.
Tale of the Century Bride Book One: Chapter 12
Weeks go by.
And during those first weeks there wasn’t a single element that Catherine would not receive upon request. Except for a wedding night celebration, as of yet. August’s devotion brought tranquility to her life, though she’d still had not seen her family, friends or loved ones since her wedding day. And she missed them all terribly, especially with all the new things she was now experiencing.
Out of all the things she’d asked of him, though, she had not once yet mentioned anything of her family and friends. This was not by any magic. Not by a long shot. This was done only under the spell of his persuasive charm; the desire for her womanly innocence and the highly energetic passion to please her.
The days were soon to grow short as the winter neared. During this time of season the sun’s peak remained at the horizon. A widespread tenebrous cloud tumbled above the open terrain, across the clear sky as if death had returned. It seemed to bring with it black snowfall in curious descending flakes.
The storm cloud was headed in the direction of Dalmar Castle from some 240 kilometers away. It hailed from over Jotenheim, Home of the Giants, a mountainous region that none but a few had ever seen and returned from.
Catherine was in the master quarters, asleep in her nightclothes, beneath the silk sheets of her large bed. The sun’s beam shone through the perfectly carved rectangular holes of the castles stone. On her vanity, emeralds and rubies, diamonds and gold, shined and sparkled with flare. The mirror reflected that energy into a bright, lively circle of light, with which its heat rapidly worked its way around the room.
Sweat had begun to build up over her body before she was awoken from a comfortable sleep. She shielded her eyes from the glare with a jolt of the right arm as she’d turned to it. She held her breath at that moment, in shock after the fear settled. The magnifying rays should have burned her skin once it hit. But it did not.
She rushed a clammy left hand to the temple of her her head-throbbing ache before making her next reflexive move. She covered herself with the silk, leaped from the bed and ran into the cool breezeway of the hall in a flash. Catherine rubbed her fingers across the rich fabrics of the red drapes – gold trim – that gave color to the once blank stone walls. There were banners, three of them on each side. She touched each one of them on her way down the stairs to the main
She was simply being herself. She had forgotten about his curse of all things. Not yet was she used to a vampire’s lifestyle. And she would never do anything to inflict harm upon the emotions of her new loved one.
“Was it a witty attempt at a jest?” August asked her. It wasn’t a cold expression or tone. It was more like presentable one, but with a slacking sense of humor.
“How silly,” Catherine laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I must be the worst bride ever―”
“The best,” said August.
Her heart skipped a beat at that comment. She heard him, but could not believe what she heard, and her cheeks swelled to a ripening blush. “Yeah, right.” she said, turning away from the light.
“You’re just saying that,” she said shyly.
“I couldn’t be more serious at this moment.” he said, brushing down her hair with the palm of his hand.
“You must know, if you’re not satisfied with the upkeep I’ll have it started before daylight.” He stopped brushing by her neck and slid his arm around her shoulders, drew her in close and proceeded toward the stairs.
“Please tell me you at least have a bed.” she said.
He huffed, looked toward the stones above and shook his head in the negative. Not because he didn’t have a bed, but at the thought of his new start being one of the most challenging feats he’d ever had to accomplish in all of his years.
Tale of the Century Bride Book One: Chapter 12
Weeks go by.
And during those first weeks there wasn’t a single element that Catherine would not receive upon request. Except for a wedding night celebration, as of yet. August’s devotion brought tranquility to her life, though she’d still had not seen her family, friends or loved ones since her wedding day. And she missed them all terribly, especially with all the new things she was now experiencing.
Out of all the things she’d asked of him, though, she had not once yet mentioned anything of her family and friends. This was not by any magic. Not by a long shot. This was done only under the spell of his persuasive charm; the desire for her womanly innocence and the highly energetic passion to please her.
The days were soon to grow short as the winter neared. During this time of season the sun’s peak remained at the horizon. A widespread tenebrous cloud tumbled above the open terrain, across the clear sky as if death had returned. It seemed to bring with it black snowfall in curious descending flakes.
The storm cloud was headed in the direction of Dalmar Castle from some 240 kilometers away. It hailed from over Jotenheim, Home of the Giants, a mountainous region that none but a few had ever seen and returned from.
Catherine was in the master quarters, asleep in her nightclothes, beneath the silk sheets of her large bed. The sun’s beam shone through the perfectly carved rectangular holes of the castles stone. On her vanity, emeralds and rubies, diamonds and gold, shined and sparkled with flare. The mirror reflected that energy into a bright, lively circle of light, with which its heat rapidly worked its way around the room.
Sweat had begun to build up over her body before she was awoken from a comfortable sleep. She shielded her eyes from the glare with a jolt of the right arm as she’d turned to it. She held her breath at that moment, in shock after the fear settled. The magnifying rays should have burned her skin once it hit. But it did not.
She rushed a clammy left hand to the temple of her her head-throbbing ache before making her next reflexive move. She covered herself with the silk, leaped from the bed and ran into the cool breezeway of the hall in a flash. Catherine rubbed her fingers across the rich fabrics of the red drapes – gold trim – that gave color to the once blank stone walls. There were banners, three of them on each side. She touched each one of them on her way down the stairs to the main
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