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Chapter 70


Aria jammed everything into her suitcase, not really worrying about it. She was going to see her family again. After so long. The anticipation thrummed in her veins as she giggled to herself. She shut her suitcase, locking it shut as she glanced her bear, Kiki. "Got to put you away too." She picked up the bear, hugging it lovingly and kissed it before she placed it in her travel pack.

Aro knocked before entering, "Done?" he asked, coming over to her as he placed a kiss on her forehead, his arms around her waist.

She nodded. "Excited?" she asked, turning around in his arms so she faced him.

He shrugged, his eyes indifferent, "I could lie and say I am excited." He replied, "But rather, I am nervous. I've never had to meet anyone's parents before." Usually, he just drank from his victims. Meeting the victim's parents never happened. Never. And even if he fancied someone enough—or if they caught his interests, meeting parents for permission didn't exist in his book. If he wanted them, he wanted them. Period. End of the story.

She caught the indifferent eyes, "You scared?" she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling both he and she closer to each other.

He scoffed. "As if." He replied. "I am Aro Volturi. King of Vampires. Leader of the Volturi Coven. Scared does not exist in my vocabulary."

She smiled, "Ahh, but you are not going there as Aro Volturi, King of Vampires and Leader of the Volturi Coven. You are going there as Aro Volturi, boyfriend and lover of Aria Lee Switzard."

She had a point there, but he wasn't going to let her win. "Lover?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware I had such a status."

She gave him a look, "Of course you did, silly!" she told him. "Unless you want to get hitched before meeting my parents…."

He chuckled, "Did you just propose to me, cara?" he asked.

She blushed, "What? I-I—" she paused, gaping, "Oh. I did, didn't I? Darn. Okay. Scratch that. Ugh. Aro, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked, cocking his head as if he was confused. "I am afraid I do not understand what you are talking about."

"Of course you do!" she said, relinquishing her hold from him. "Now help me pack."

"Very well."

"Did you finish packing?" she asked, hunting for the remainder of her clothes.

"Yes." He said. "I finished last night."

"And you couldn't help me pack?" she asked jokingly.

He turned to face her, "If you want to, I could finish this in a breeze." He replied. "I would have a rather good time looking through your clothes. If you get what I mean." He emphasized the word clothes, hoping she'd get what he meant. He was waiting for the blush. 1….. 2…3…

"ARO!" she half-yelled, "Don't be a pervert!"

"Wasn't." he shrugged. "I volunteered my services, cara, but at the expense of all your clothes being known to me."

"Well, you deal with all the other clothes." She ordered, crossing her arms. "I'll deal with…. with the clothes in the drawers."

"Very well." he nodded. He resumed packing her clothes, "Did you ever finish the symbol of your coven?"

"My coven?" she asked. "Oh yeah! That I did!"

"Well? What is it?" he asked, curious.

"Well, Cassie wanted dragons in it. And I wanted a gem. And Mara wanted a Latin saying…" Ari began to ramble as she stopped her work, and began to look through her scattered papers. "Here."

He took the paper carefully, scanning the picture. It was unique. There was a dragon on either side, with a large gem at the middle. The dragons look towards the top of the gem. At the bottom, there was a banner of sorts that said "Veritas Vos Liberabit". It meant the truth shall set you free. How…unique. It suited them. He read the side notes, noting how they were color coordinating everything. The dragons themselves as well as the banner were to be in gold with the latin saying engraved in the banner. The gem was coordinated according to each person—Mara was emerald. Cassidy was ruby. Aria was turquoise. A side note said that said close guards aka main guards were to have similar colors to the girls (of their choice as they shared guards), but for other guards such as Wyndern and Eric Owens and Cara, they were to have different colors. As of currently, Wyndern was amethyst and Eric and Cara were to have peridot. But it was missing something. He stared at where the dragons were staring at. The empty space. "May I borrow a pencil?" he asked carefully, "I'd like to make a suggestion to your crest."

She shrugged. "If you can call it a crest." She replied, hunting for a pencil. She grabbed one and gave it to him. "Here you go."

He nodded thanks, focusing on the image. Something….regal was missing there. Something that signified their relation to the Volturi. Aria was his Queen after all. If she was to have her own crest, at the very least, something should hint to her royal ties. He pressed the tip of the pencil onto the paper gently, hesitating as his mind rapidly went through the possibilities. Then he found it. Something simple, yet feminine. He sketched onto the paper, nodding in satisfaction. It looked like what he had seen in his head enough. He passed the paper to her, "What do you think?" he asked, his tone neutral. Would she hate it? Love it?

She looked at it. "A crown?" she repeated, confused.

He nodded, "You are my Queen. Cassidy is Caius's Queen. Mara is Marcus's Queen." He explained, "I thought it would be fitting if we put it there. If you do not like it, we can take it out."

She shook her head, "No." she replied. "I like it. It….oddly enough, it fits in there, you know? I guess we really were missing something there, but we didn't know what to put in, so we left it blank."

He smiled, "That is perfect then, cara." He replied. "Will you be showing this to Cassidy and Mara then?"

She nodded, "Yup." She pulled out her phone, took a picture of it and texted it to the both of them. "There. Done."

He looked at her phone curiously. "What did you do?" he asked.

She stared at him, bewildered. "Text it to them?" she replied.

"But you sent a picture." He stated.

"You own a smartphone and you don't know how to text?" she asked.

He gave her a slightly offended look, "I know how to text. I just didn't know that you could text pictures."

"Oh." She blinked. "Well. You can." She demonstrated on the phone for him. "Smile!" she said as she took a picture of them together. She texted the image to Aro slowly, explaining the process to him. "See?"

His phone rang. He reached into his pocket, pulling it out. He raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. How interesting. This certainly does make communication much easier now. I wonder why the Guard never bothered to tell this to me?"

Ari inwardly laughed. Because they were bloody afraid of him. Part of it was 'cause they were scared he would think that they were calling him stupid. The other was the moment he had been exposed to the world of texting, he was texting nonstop. A few members of the Guards had even resorted to blocking him for a bit. "Maybe because they thought you knew." She replied.

"Maybe." He replied skeptically.

Ari let an awkward silence fall upon them as they worked to put her clothes away. In the months she had stayed with the Cullens, Alice had taken it upon herself to get Aria as much clothes as possible. She had originally came with a single suitcase, a small carry bag really—filled with thrift store clothes. And now, now she was leaving with 2 carry-on bags, 10 suitcases and a few duffle bags. Ari stopped when she heard her phone ping. She pulled it out, looking at the comments. "Cassie likes it." Ari told Aro. "Says that'll show whose boss."

"And Mara?"

Ari scrolled down to Mara's comment, "She says it looks regal. Marcus agrees with her that the crown should be there. Or I guess that means he agrees with you, but he always agrees that it's regal too." She replied, smiling. "Great job! Looks like you've got a hand in our crest then!"

He shrugged. "I did nothing of importance. You three had made the main pieces of the design. Are these going to be necklaces? Brooches? Rings?"

"It might look awkward as a ring." Ari replied. "But we might. I think I'm going to own a necklace version and brooch. Want one?"

"You're offering me one?" he asked.

"Yeah. I mean you're kind of my boyfriend. It's only expected really." She replied.

"Then if I offer you the Volturi crest….?" He asked, eyeing her.

"I guess I'll take it." She paused, "But would you be okay with it? I mean we're basically declaring that we are our own coven. And we'll be living with you."

"Marcus, Caius and I have discussed it for a while now." Aro responded. "Some of the old rules need changing. With….with Sulpicia and the rest we never had the issue with crests because it was always the Volturi crest. However, you have formed your own coven in the meantime and you are the leader. Or at least one of the leaders. I do not think your coven would appreciate the Volturi coven taking all their leaders away from them. Under the Volturi name, that is for ruling and our purposes. However, I'm thinking that your coven could serve as your Guard."

"My Guard." Ari repeated, curious.

"Yes, your Guard." He replied. "Before we've always assigned Volturi guards to guard the Wives." He explained, "So instead of us assigning guards, wouldn't it be easier if we allowed you to create your own Queen's Guard?"

"But we could rebel." She pointed out.

He laughed, "I doubt it." He smirked. "You love me too much for it."

"You're cheeky." She pouted.

"I know." he replied, "Furthermore, I'm sure that while you will be married to me, I doubt you'll be the obedient stay-at-home wife. I suspect that you will be sneaking out of the castle more times than I can count. I may as well let you be around people you can be comfortable with. Jane, Felix, Demetri, and Alec are not always available to watch over you three. I suspect your coven would do a better job of keeping an eye on you then my guards can."

"So your guard will be the Kings Guard then?" she asked, excited. "Man! I feel like we're in one of those movies or television shows where there are Kings and Queens!"

He laughed, "I suppose if you want to call it that." he replied.

"Will I have as much authority as you?" she asked, staring up at him. "Like can I be the judge for trials? Or like arrest people? Lead missions?"

"Leading missions, no." he replied immediately, "The last thing I need is for you to be injured and half-dead."

She scoffed. "That won't happen to me." She skipped over to him, holding his hands in hers as she looked up at him with her beautiful emerald green eyes.

He shook his head, "That is what the Guard is for." He replied. "You will not go on any missions where you will be at danger. Caius, Marcus and I rarely go on missions ourselves. The only times that we do go is if there is something, say a gift, that we wish to possess. Outside of that, the Guard does the missions."

"I'm still going on a mission." She replied, letting go of his hands, crossing her arms.

"If you don't go on missions." He replied, touching her face gently, "I will reward you."

"With what?" she asked.

"Whatever you desire." He replied, pausing, "Though within reason of course." Damn. He was slipping. Promising anything she wanted was never, never good.

"Darn. Okay. Within reason?" she repeated, "I want to install a water park inside the castle."

"A… what?"

"You know! Like a water slide! And like, yeah! All that good stuff."

"You want to build an amusement park inside our castle?" he asked, eyes bulging with disbelief and amusement.

She shrugged slyly, "You said so."

"Is it within reason?" he asked calmly, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course." She replied. "It's to cool down of course. And it's fun. It should be like one of those pools where we can regulate the temperature so I can enjoy it even in the winter."

"So you can enjoy it?" he asked.


"Isn't there anything else you would want? A yacht, perhaps? A castle?"

She shook her head, "Nah. Got plenty of those." She told him. "What? Not going to grant this little girl her itty-bitty request?"

He gave her a look, "This little girl's itty-bitty request is going upturn the castle as a portion of the castle would have to be sectioned off just for this itty-bitty request."

"You promised." She said. "That or missions."

He sighed, "The things I do in your name." he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rest his head on-top of hers.

She smiled, "It's a deal then." She said, hugging him back before releasing him. "Now go pack."

"As my lady wishes." He replied sarcastically, turning back to her clothes.

Ari turned around, her back facing Aro as she smirked. 'Got the water park inside the castle. The rest is up to you guys.'


"Fuck this shit." Cassie kicked the suitcase on the ground as she howled in pain. She clutched her toe, tears coming to her eyes.

"What? What happened?" Caius asked, coming in, panic filled his eyes.

"Damn suitcase hurt my toe." She growled, her eyes flashing red momentarily.

He stared at her, "The suitcase hurt your toe." He stated.


"The. Suitcase. Hurt. Your. Toe." He grounded out slowly, as if he misheard.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you yes?" she asked, exasperated.

"It's a suitcase."


"It doesn't move." He stated slowly. He glanced over to the suitcase, noting that it had been dented on the side.

"Well, I kicked it and it moved." She replied.

"And what did the suitcase due to warrant such violence?" he asked.

"I can't fit my clothes inside of it." She growled. "This fucking sucks."

"How did you pack your clothes before?" he asked.

"Go outside, find some random person. Get them to pack for me." She replied.

"You're lazy." He muttered.

"Hey! Watch it, bastard. I'll hex your bits off!"

"My what? What hex?" he asked.

"Harry Potter? Hex?" she suggested, seeing his indifferent look. "Of course. The old vampire would never know what Harry Potter is."

"Is he a boy?"


"And do you have affections for him?" Caius asked, his eyes darkening with jealously.

"Oh hell no." she replied slowly, seeing Caius's relief. "I would never bang him. I'd bang Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy!"

"That's it. They're dead." He said. "Where are they? Are they married? Single?"

"Lucius…. He's a widower now. Severus….he's dead, but I'm going to pretend he's alive and kicking."

"You're going for a widower and a dead man?"

"I don't know how close I'd get to Lucius as he is in prison, but yeah." She replied, glancing at Caius's hair. "It's a pity that your hair is so short. If it was a bit longer, you'd look just like Lucius. Minus the eyes of course. His is a beautiful grey color. Kind of like a storm." She pretended to sigh dreamily.

He felt himself pulse with anger. He looked like one of the bloody bastards? He had half a mind to chop off his hair. See how she'd like it then. "Please tell me you are not seeing me because I remind you of him." He said quietly.

"Nah. He's not real." She laughed.


"You know, we should role-play sometime. You can dress up as Lucius Malfoy and I'll be Narcissa Malfoy. We'll have a grand time banging each other."

"I'm not "banging" you as you so eloquently put it while you pretend to be a make-believe character." He pointed out.

She pouted, "You're boring."

"That's what you get for dating me." Caius replied. "Now be honest here, you are not….. with me because you like him right?"

"Damn, you're so damn insecure." She muttered. "Of course not. No matter how bad my sexual fantasies with make believe characters are I'm not going to fuck someone or give them oral just 'cause I think he kind of looks like one of the characters from my sexual fantasies." She blushed towards the end as she covered her face, not wanting Caius to see it.

"Good." He replied satisfied. "I will pack for you then. Go and rest."

"My bastard is going to pack for me?"

"Your bastard is packing for his bitch." He replied, smirking. "I'd rather my bitch leave this house injury free."

"Great." She nodded as she sat down. Her phone rang. She pulled out her phone, looking at the screen. "Hey! Ari sent me a text."

"What's it about?" he asked, not breaking his concentration with her clothes. Fold there. Smooth it out over there….

"It's about our crest." Cassie replied, scanning it's contents. "Damn, I love what Aro did. Makes us look bad ass as shit."

"Crest?" he asked, intrigued.

"Yes. Ari, Mara and I spent some time designing it."

"What part did you contribute?" Caius asked, staring at the screen. "Let me guess…. the dragons."

"You're good….you're very good." She nodded.

"What did my brother add in?" Caius asked.

"The crown at the top, see?" Cassie pointed.

"It is very fitting." Caius nodded with appreciation. "Then again my brother has always had an eye for the aesthetics."

"Oh you're just jealous." She waved, replying to Ari. "I'm going to say that the both of us love it and stuff." She replied, sending her approval to Ari as she faced Caius. "Not going to ask me about the crest?"

"What is there to ask?" he asked, turning back to his work.

"Ummm… I'm dating you." she said. "You're a Volturi King. What's going to happen to the coven once I move in with you?"

He sneered, "That is if you move in with me."

She shrugged. "If you don't want me to, that's fine. I'll just marry one of my dreamies."

"Your what?" he asked.

"I have a list of top 10 men I'd love to fuck." She shrugged. "Maybe I'll just do that."

"You watch yourself. I have warned you—my jealously is unrivalled." Caius replied, eyes glowering at her.

"Geez, I was kidding." Cassie rolled her eyes, "You shouldn't kid about me moving in or out with you either then."

"I was being sarcastic." He said. "Once you are mine, you are mine. You are not escaping my arms, Cassidy." He stopped his work, going over to her and pulled her into a hug from the back, her back against his chest.

"So don't you want to know?" Cassie asked. "What happens to the coven?"

"I suspect you are keeping them." He replied.

"Bingo." She smirked. "We're keeping the name Astral coven."

"Will you be of Volturi still? As my Queen, you will be wearing my crest." He warned.

"Obviously." She said. "But who cares? I'm sure we'll come up with something."

"Indeed we have." Caius replied. "Aro, Marcus and I plan to allow you to keep your coven—"

"It's not allowed." Cassie pointed out. "It's either we keep them or we're out. We're family. As much as I'd like for us to be one big family, fact is, some of them don't want to bear the Volturi crest."

He gave her a sharp look, "That I know." he replied, thinking of a few individuals in her coven that would flat out refuse immediately. "That is why the current Volturi guards will be known as the Kings Guard and your covens and guards will be known as the Queens Guard."

"Sweet. Can we arrest people and shit?" Cassie asked, turning around to face him. "I've always wanted to go on a mission. Can I do that too?"

He gave her a look, "As my Queen you will do no such thing." He retorted. "The last thing I need to here is that you are dead or heavily injured."

She rolled her eyes, "I doubt it. Luci will protect me." She grinned proudly.

"Like I said, I don't care." He replied, stubbornly. "I will protect you at any cost."

"Then I want something in return of my inactive status on missions." She replied.

"Speak it and it shall be done." He replied.

"I want a bar inside a pool. With sand and stuff. It has to be just like a beach, only it's inside the Volturi castle."

"Are you mad?" he asked. "Do you know how much remodeling we'd have to do?"

She shrugged. "Take it or leave it." She said as she received a text from Ari. She ignored it for a moment, focusing on Caius. "Well?" she demanded.

He sighed, "Very well." he muttered.

She smirked confidently, "Great." She turned her back, texting Ari and Mara. 'I'm good. Up to you now.'

"Though my brothers will not be happy with me." He told her as she turned to face him again.

She kissed him on the lips softly, "But I am very happy with you." she whispered into his ear as he felt the venom in his veins rush to his loins.

He raised an eyebrow, "Then perhaps you would show me how happy you are with me?" he asked hesitantly as she rubbed up against him, especially in that particular area.

She looked up at him, confidence shining in her eyes, "Why not?" she said as she lowered to her knees. Caius heard the distinct sound his belt being unbuckled as he sunk into a warm, hot oblivion…..


"You are not packing?" Marcus asked, coming into the room.

Mara shook her head, "Finished earlier in the week." She replied. "I'm use to packing up early. Usually Cassie or Ari needs my help, so…."

"But they are not requesting your help today." Marcus pointed out.

"Should have figured as much since we've got you guys around now." Mara replied. "Still, it's hard to break old habits, so I just packed early. Are you done packing?"

"Yes. I finished earlier today." He replied.

"Early birds get the worm then I suppose." She replied. "We're both done." She finished as her phone rang. "It's from Ari." She looked at the image, "What do you think?"

He looked at the picture. "Your crest?" he asked.

"Yes. Aro suggested that we add in the crown on top." She said.

He nodded. "It symbolizes your royalty and your relation to both the Volturi and to the other royalties that you are related to. Quite the symbol I might add."

"So you like it?"

"Very much." He replied. "Quite regal. And the symbolism is phenomenal."

"I think phenomenal is pushing it, but it certainly is good. We were missing something there. What, I didn't know."

"I love your saying too. Veritas Vos Liberabit. The truth shall set you free?"

"Yes." She nodded, smiling. "You like it? I chose it."

"Very much, love." He smiled. "Your own touch."

"So then we're okay with it? I'm texting it back to them then."

"Yes." He replied as she sent a reply text back to Ari and Cassie before setting the phone down on the couch.

"What now?" she asked, looking up at him expectantly.

"Do you want to watch a movie then or something?" he asked, sitting down beside her, his arm going around her shoulders, pulling her towards him.

"Nah." She replied. "I'm good. We've watched enough movies."

"Books, then?" he asked, his eyes going over head to scan the bookshelf for any interesting books to read. "We can read Jane Austen's novels again."

She smiled to herself, knowing how much she loved Jane Austen's books. Particularly a certain Mr. Darcy. "No. I'm good. I don't think you're interested in reading Pride and Prejudice for the 100th time."

He shrugged. "There have been few books—good books I may add—that have escaped my attention." He replied. "If I simply gave up on reading books time and time again I wouldn't have any books to read." He paused, "Then what would you like to do?"

"Can we just sit here like this?" she asked. "Or rather, we should just talk."

Talk? She wanted to talk? He nodded, "Talking is just fine, love." He said, letting go of her as he got up. She got up as well, placing her phone on the side-table out on the balcony as he moved the couch over to the balcony where they could view the stars. He grabbed a large blanket as she stood still, knowing the drill. He wrapped her up in the blanket before lifting her up. He sat down, placing her in his lap as she rested her head against his chest. She stared up at the stars silently, "So…. excited?" she asked.

He rested his head on his right fist as his eyes flickered between her and the stars. "Perhaps." He replied. "Though I have to say the idea of me meeting your parents thrills me, it frightens me so."

"You know…. you are older than them." She pointed out. "Shouldn't they be afraid of you instead?"

"You make me out to be a cradle robber, love." He replied jokingly. "I suspect your family will not fear me much. They are powerful in their own right. If your family descended from Elven royalty and you are currently in line for a human throne as well, wouldn't you say that a measly vampire king who co-shares his throne with his brothers is nothing?"

"Not really." She replied. "A King is still a King."

He seriously doubted that. "Would you perhaps describe your parents to me, love?" he asked. "Your family?"

"What's there to say?" she asked. "My family is rather…. common?"

"Common?" he repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I've got a mom and a dad. I've got 2 sisters and 2 brothers. I'm the youngest of all. The surprise child I suppose." Mara replied. "My dad's first name is Elion. My mom's first name is Lorelei. My two sisters are named Rose and Aurora. My brothers are named Cerian and Sean. Rose is 28 and married. She's the oldest of all of us. She's married to a detective and they're expecting their first kid. Cerian is the next oldest at 26 years old. Or I guess he'd be the second born. He's a painter. He likes to paint. He likes to flirt too. A lot. And get drunk. Sometimes, he'll disappear for days at a time but he always comes back unscathed. Mom and dad worry about him, but they trust him, so… it's all good. Cerian is single still. Sean, my 2nd brother or third born is single as well. He's 25 years old. What to say about him? He's very…. deeply interested in politics? Or rather, he loves politics. Lives for them. Though he's kind of like backbone. He serves in our army and has been in it since he was 18. My 2nd sister or 4th born child of my parents is Aurora. She's Sean's twin. She's really adventurous. She's an international photographer. She loves to take pictures. Of course, her love for photography has landed her in the hospital multiple times—broken limbs, cuts, bruises, fractures—you name it."

"And they are all elves?" he asked.

"Of course. The elven bloodline runs through them." She said.

"And the human kingdom your family rules over?"

"Kuya." She replied.


"Kuya." She repeated. "Want to know a funny story? The name Kuya came out of the King's Queen's name. He loved her so much that he named the kingdom after her nickname. And he only became king because if he didn't, he couldn't get her. Funny story, eh?"

"Funny story indeed." He muttered. So Mara was Elven and human royalty only because of some human king falling in love with a human female that resulted in his need to take over the country?

"I know, it's pretty dumb." She replied. "My ancestor was a genius—battle harden, strong and powerful—until he met his future "Queen". Then he became putty."

"Hmm…" he replied, "And the Elven court that you descend from? What is it?"

"Elilin." She replied. "I am an Elilin Princess or an Elilin elf."

"How close are you to the throne?" he asked.

"Pardon?" she asked, her eyes flickering to his eyes, meeting his half-way.

"If I were to take you away, would it affect the succession of the throne?"

"Oh no." she shook her head. "My great-great-great grandparents still rule. It's still a long, long time until they retire."

"You must have a big family then." He replied.

"Not really. Elves rarely reproduce, you see." She explained. "Since we live for so long, we conceive maybe every few hundreds of years if we're lucky. And if we survive to that long."

"But your parents…" he began.

"I have human blood." She replied. "Though my elven side awakens, thankfully, my family has been blessed with….human ovaries and testicles? Oh god that's so awkward."

"Indeed." He uttered in response. "Moving on to the next topic, these great grandparents of yours…. would it be Aurelia and…"

"Yup." She nodded. "Still going strong after several hundred years." She replied. "Enough about my family." She said. "You don't have to worry about my family. If worse comes to a worse, we can live like Eric and Cara. You don't have to impress them. If they don't love you, they don't love you. It doesn't really matter to me."

He frowned, turning her to face him, "Although you do not mind," he replied firmly, "I do. You may not think so now, but you will regret it if your family does not accept your decision to be with me. I want you to be with me knowing that your family approves of us."

She studied him for a few silent moments, "You are enough." She whispered, resting her head on his chest. "I don't want you to change just to suit their tastes. They can be a bit overwhelming sometimes."

He hugged her tightly, "You know," he began softly, "The thought of me meeting your parents frightens me very much. I don't know why, but I worry. I worry on what would happen. It is much different from back then. Back then I was considered a Lord. A Saint. All I had to do was flaunt my status or my wealth and I would get the girl. Times have changed much since then I suppose." He finished, his voice filled with his musings.

"There are still arranged marriages." She replied. "It's just that now most of us in the world can pick who we are with."

"Still, times have changed." He replied. "Do you wish, love, that it would play out happily ever after or do you want me to whisk you away?"

"Preferably, I'd like the play out happily ever after, but I'm not against the whisking away. It might be fun. Playing the princess." She shrugged as best as she could as she was wrapped like a burrito thanks to Marcus.

"A Princess who fell for the Beast indeed." He replied, chuckling darkly.

She raised her head from his chest, her eyes showing her frustration. "What part of you is the beast?" she demanded, wriggling her hands free of the blanket as she grabbed either side of his face.

He stared at her for a few moments, "I was just making a reference." He replied shortly.

"Well, it's a poor reference." She replied.

"In a way, I am a beast considering the fact that I drink human blood." He replied.

"Oh please. And I eat meat. Big whup. The blood in the meat is just cooked is all." She replied sarcastically. "It's just you drink it raw and I eat it cooked."

"What a lovely way to compare—" he was interrupted when she crashed her lips into his, hard. Her lips parting as her tongue licked his lips. He granted permission slowly, opening his mouth as slowly as possible. He could feel the irritation she was directing towards him from both his slowness and calling himself the beast. She literally shoved her tongue into his mouth, exploring his mouth as she pleased. He teased her tongue back as well, tracing it with his tongue as it explored his mouth. He tapped her shoulder lightly after a few minutes, concerned with whether she was still breathing or not. She ignored him and continued to ravage him, her hands travelling up and down his face to his neck then to his chest….. and back upwards. He pushed her lightly away, her lips but a centimeter away from his. He heard and felt her breath heavily, her breath sending shivers and tingles down his spine. "Love, as much as I love it when you ravish me, if you do not stop for oxygen, I fear you won't be able to ravish be any longer."

"You're not a beast." She repeated, glaring at him, "See? I just ravished you like a beast. By definition, I am a beast too."

"What twisted logic you have." He chuckled. "Very well. My apologies, love. I don't suppose I could be the Beast prince that falls for the Elven princess and ends up being transformed into the handsome man?"

"You may." She nodded.

"….changing the topic," he began. "Are you excited to go back to the castle?"

"Hmm. Yeah. I can't wait to see Volterra again." She replied. "We should go browsing for books once we're there."

"We should." He nodded.

"Ah. Right." She began. "Can I ask for something?"

"Can you ask for something?" he repeated, curious. "Why are you asking if you can ask for something, love? Just say it."

"Well…I was wondering if you could…somehow build or install an underground..." she trailed off.

"An underground….?" He trailed off, eyebrows raised. An underground library? Planetarium? What?

"I want an underground pool with…. fish. And coral."

"What?" he repeated.

"Like you know a fish-tank?" she asked.


"I want one of those. Except the size of like… a pool or bigger! As big as you can make it. And we could go like scuba diving and stuff or snorkeling and we could look at the fish."

"It is not ideal for you to be snorkeling in cold weather."

"But we could make the room really hot." She objected. "Just like the weather in the Caribbean or something. Then we could go snorkeling whenever we feel like it."

He stared at her for a few moments, "If this is what you wish." He replied.

She frowned, "If you don't like it, then we don't have to do it."

"No. I'm trying to figure out the logistics of this right now." he replied, his mind flying through the possibilities. "I need to tell my brothers as well."

She looked up at him, pouting, "And would it be possible for us to…. throw in like…a place where we could view the fish?"

"What?" he asked, bewildered.

"Like….you know one of those aquariums where you can go and view fish and stuff while standing under some glass?"

"I have seen those in the books, but I've never been to one myself." He replied.

"Well… I want to do that."

"You want to look at fish eat?" he asked.

"Well… I think we could throw in like…some stingrays or like….eels or something, you know…"

"And risk the chance that the stingrays or eels hurt you?" he asked sharply.

"They're not going to attack." She replied confidently. "I'm sure we can work something out with them."

"Like what?"

"Well…. I'm sure my family knows a few elves who specialize in communication with animals. I'm sure that we could convince them that we're harmless people. And vampire. That they'll be fed accordingly so they don't need to attack or kill each other over it."

He sighed, "If you so wish it." He said. "I will tell my brothers then."

"What if they say no?" she asked cautiously.

"Then I will still proceed with the plans. I am telling them. Not asking." He replied.

She smiled and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, "Great!" she smiled as she reached for her phone on the table, texting Ari and Cassie. 'Done with my side too!'

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