{P}rince of Love

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    He smiles softly, fixing his eyes on her. "When we get there, stay by me. We will get there soon." He stretches, muscles starting to get sore from the past couple of days. He thinks over the dresses he has in the castle.

    Maria nodded "I wont leave your side...Or I wold get lost"She said before she stretched thinking about her new home. What it would be like. Back at her home...she was humble. She would care for her father despite being a princess. She wondered how weird it would be to have servants.

    Pulling up in front of the castle, he gets out. Motioning for the man to get their bags, he walks to her door, opening it. Rapping an arm around her waist he whispers in her ear "just for show. You have your own bedroom next door to my own." He whispers before leading her up the steps, hand still on her hip.

    "As is customary, I have to take you to my father." He growls out slightly, clearly not on good terms with the man. Leading her down the stairs into a dungeon like area he lead to a cell, the bars reinforced. "Hello father"


    "You worthless piece of shit. I kept you away from her for a reason, now you're bloody marrying her?!" He screams at Draco. Surprisingly, Draco keeps calm and stoic. He explains himself cooly, white hot anger in his eyes. Leading her away, he drops her at her room and walks to his own.

    Maria had stayed silent watching Draco because she was a little scared despite his father being in a cage. When he dropped her at the room she walked in. To her surprise it was massive with a built in closet she walked around befoe unpacking all her clothes.

    Gathering a few pieces of clothing he knocks gently, leaning against the frame without his shirt and it shows many deep scars on his body. "I'm gonna go train, you can come with if you'd like." He turns without waiting for an answer and heads to work off his anger. He felt her cowering behind him. WHY would that blasted man bring up that he'd tried to save her so long ago.

    Maria nodded. She took the clothes and closed the door before she got changed then walked out and walked beside him. "How does our father know me...?"She asked kind of confused with it. Since she had never met any vampires apart from the day her family died.

    "He's a strange man. I don't really know. I presume he was the one who led the charge on the wolves the day your mother died. I know your history because, well I'm me. I saw you and have kept an eye on you." He shrugs, refusing to tell her his she just yet. His looks we're deceiving. He looked in his early twenties. IN reality he was in his fifties. Oh what joy it was to be a vampire.

    Maria was a little shokced to here he had been watching her "So...You.."She shook her head with a sigh "Never mind. This day is already strange"She rubbed her eyes before glancing at him "So...Whats your story? I don't see your mother around here"

    He shrugs, taking her hand gently in his relatively large one. Leadin her down to the gym, a little boy who looks about nine jumps on him. "What's up buddy?" He laughs, holding the boy and carrying him as they walk.

    "This is D'Mitrey, my younger brother." He smiles when he whispers something. "Kinda." He smiles sheepishly when he's put down, and the boy turns into a male the same age as Draco. They hug properly and both look at you, with similar facial structure, but different eyes.