'' A mortal as your queen? Do you even hear yourself when you speak to us, Malachi?''
His father's strong and angered tone filled up his mind and rang through his entire body like a turning fork.
''And she is not even a human from Tharagorath. Don't tell me you stupidly fell for an alien?!''
Malachi paced around the empty room, he was to have this sensitive conversation with his family in the other realm he came from. He didn't know how to break the news to them for weeks now that it was a human who woke him up from his sacred bounds in the coffin and offered to be his. He didn't know how his overly pompous family would take the concept of a human being their queen. And it was clearly obvious during his long-talks with his father and family through the royal link they shared that there might be incoming gray clouds that will be over his pursuit of his dear Wish.
''But father,'' Malachi proceeded with an even stronger tone, radiating his vampire king aura in the minds of all of them. It was only his mother who was relieved and glad he woke up after a long time of being chained inside a coffin awaiting a bride to free him from it like the dumb ritual that has been existing since anyone knows when. He would rather he was alive to choose who his heart desires to spend the rest of eternity with, then to be bound to a cursed coffin and hope in all his subconscious mind it would be someone he would be able to bring himself to love. ''She is my fated bride. I can't reject my fated–''
''You talk as if being a royal doesn't make countless things possible! Occasionally, I doubt if you are worthy of the throne or capable to lead my people!'
''Ah, Herold! Don't talk to my son like that! He is as worthy as long as he came from my womb!''
Malachi just continued his pacing in a somber silence. It was raining so annoyingly that his mind couldn't just stop wondering about the girl, he promised to come take her for himself tonight.
Was she waiting for him?
Does she long for his touch like he does for her every passing second?
The king ran his hands through his hair in frustration as the rest of his family continued to banter through the royal link of his worthiness or not. It was irritating to listen too when he has a girl in which there could be a high chance of her believing in his promise. This could be the only opportunity he might have to win her over and make her believe in him and his affection for her.
''Everyone!'' He snapped, cutting even his feared father short. ''I have no time to know whether I am worthy of the throne or not.''
His father scoffed, ''You aren't. I know a stranger that the crown on his head would fit more.''
Malachi rolled his eyes. He didn't fucking care. He could give up the crown now if it means being with her and be happy.
''I have already developed strong feelings for her, and I am not letting her go, regardless of what.'' He stated his stance firmly so all of them could hear. If it was his mother he was having this direct conversation with, it wouldn't be a hassle to get to convince her because she already loves him no matter what.
''Madness. Complete madness. Catherine, your boy has completely lost it! You can't bring a mortal bride to this court or to my kingdom!''
''Father, it is my kingdom now.''
''Oh, yeah? Well, I can make that be nothing but a nightmare for you if you have chosen the path of rebellion. You can't marry a mortal. Let me make that obvious to your delusional mind; You–can't–marry—a—mortal. Unless you agree to turn her before she is made your queen, I might allow it.''
''Herold—!''
Malachi's eyes widened in terror. Both of his hands shaking restlessly by his side as his mind kept reeling back and forth to images, words, sounds, and screams of what it means or takes to turn a human to a vampire. His dead heart grew heavy as this feeling of overprotectiveness towards his human weighed him down until the point of suffocation. The procedure was not only mind-turning, traumatizing and disgusting. But he would rather have himself stabbed in the chest with a stake than to watch her go through all that just to be his.
''No… I can never do that to her.'' he whispered, with his eyes growing teary at what they were trying to get him to do to his precious little human bride. It disgusted him a lot and made his head spanned and turned in all directions.
His father chuckled, as if he knew he never had the mind of putting someone through that much pain and agony.
''Well, you have yourself to be blamed when I sell her off to one of my trusted men as food if you dare bring her here and name her as your fated bride and queen. The ritual failed terribly, and I don't understand why you got transported to that world for that vermin to dare wake you up and claim to be your fated bride—anyway, I hate to dwell on things I can't control but focus on the ones that I can.''
Malachi has never felt so heartbroken at how lowly his family viewed her as. Once again, he would rather burn the whole universe down with the powers he has been blessed with as being special and being the child of a goddess than watch anyone dare have his or her way with Wish.
''As the reasonable father I am known to be, who doesn't let himself be swayed blindly by their delusions or desires, you have two choices. One, leave that forsaken world and return to your kingly duties here. No matter what, your people need you the most, and you have no excuse to be absent from them for so long now that you've awoken. We would bend fate a little by choosing a bride and have her bonded to you as best as we could.''
Malachi sighed as he leaned on a nearby wall. His jaw clenched in firm determination as he gazed at the window, watching the rain roll down its slick surface.
''Or, you follow your dead heart, bring her over here, and I will give you the pleasure of watching your little human whore be torn apart by several nasty, hungry vampires and vampire lords of the state.''
Malachi heaved out another heavy sigh as he leaned back on the chair at the end of the long dinning table of his home on earth. His hands under his head in a deep state of depression as it has been a full year over here, and he was yet to make up his mind.
It had been raining all evening, and he was starting to wonder if this is how this world was. Constantly being flooded by the heavens. It bothered him so much, but he could do nothing about it but silently gaze at it in the comfort of the dark, hoping for a miracle.
Dealing with his family or trying to have his way around them can be frustrating. He was just a young vampire prince, learning to hone his god-giving powers and preparing to be the perfect king his father had always wanted him to be. He had always hoped and tried several times to manifest a miracle in his life.
He craved freedom from everything more than the need to breathe comfortably in a room. He hated how he was made king but has limited things he could do and decisions he could make. He can't pass out any law by himself without being severely punished or downgraded by his own biological father.
Or maybe he isn't. Who knows.
He brought the goblet of blood close to his lips and let himself be nourished by the sweet iron taste they've been cursed for eons old to survive on for all eternity.
Wish.
He angrily discarded the golden cup in his hand. The cup crashing hard against the wall enough to leave a significant dent, the force strong enough to bring down numerous paintings hanging on the wall and making a mess of the room.
The thought of what they will do to her if he should go against his father scared him more than anything in this world. He had known better than to take his father's threats as nothing but empty threats.
He is a ruthless devil when he wants to be one and has never once shown mercy, even to his family. He wondered how he got so unlucky to be the son of such a monster.
Malachi moaned and groaned heavily, his head in-between his palms on the table in deranged frustration on what to do. He could be selfish, mark and mate with Wish now, drag her to court and name her as his queen, but otherwise it also has to be her choice and put her well-being after to to consideration, or he might regret it as long as he lives.
He needs to know if she wants this as well. To weigh her desires for him to before he could decide on anything. He would rather not be that person that forces everything on someone for his needs. But hell no, did he imagine himself just walking away if she said no to everything.
There is no eternity without her.
He knew it deeply like he knows his name.
He would still want her more than anything, even more without the bond between them. She was in everyway a perfect fit to the one he would like to suffer this long days with.
She was his, whether anyone likes it or not. If the worse comes to worst, and the dark-grey clouds refuse to bring its rain on them, he would have her as his concubine.
It wouldn't matter to him, as she would still be safely under his wings and his forever.
A loud ringing in his ear alarmed him as a deep sense of danger washed through his senses. He quickly mind-linked one of his bishops.
''Are you sure you watched her until she returned home safe?''
He asked already having a bad feeling about this.
''Y–yes, yes, your grace. I did and didn't leave the surroundings until I was sure she wasn't leaving the house again.''
He stared outside to see the day was closing in on nightfall.
If that's the case, then where is this feeling of dread and fear coming from?