Prologue
Tomorrow, I'm getting married. Married to the evilest man on earth: Tristan de Martel. I witnessed how he treats his servants, so I'm guessing that he won't treat his wife better, but like a breeding mare. I remember the first day I met him. I was so naïve back at that time. I thought that I would have a loving husband, and beautiful children… a family of my own. I was in love with the idea of love. But now I know what kind of man my soon-to-be-husband is. He is the cruelest and evil man the world has ever know. And tomorrow, I'm getting married to that monster. All I can do now is remember. Remember the days when I was happy.
I remember the day I arrived at the Court of Marseilles in order to marry the son of Count de Martel. It was part of creating an alliance between my family and his. I was happy. I've always been taught that the purpose of a woman was to create a family.
"Lord de Lestrange and his daughter Lady Eglantine de Lestrange" the servant – Lucien – introduced us.
"Lord de Lestrange, Lady Eglantine. Welcome to the court of Marseille" His Grace greeted us. I looked up and I saw the face of a man that I guessed was his son, my future husband, Tristan de Martel. Then our eyes met.
I dd not know that back at that time that I was about to become disillusioned. I mean, he was the devil in disguise. I was about to discover that his jealousy was tyrannical which gave him the perfect opportunity to torture his minions just for sport. I remember a day when I would witness of his tyrannical jealousy.
I was having a conversation with the lord Kol de Guise. Well, we got along pretty well, I noticed that Tristan was shooting glances that didn't look good. When the lord De Guise left to go back inside the castle, Tristan went toward me and basically threatened me.
"I hope that what I just witness will not happen again. You are MY fiance. Don't compromise your reputation and mine. Or I will be forced to take some measures.
" Of course, my lord" I responded dutifully.
Today was the day. My handmaids were finishing to help me put on my wedding dress. A little while later, I was waiting with my father to enter the church. Then, the music started and my father led me down the aisle.
"Lord Tristan, do you promise to take the Lady Eglantine as your wife, to cherish her, and to be faithful" the priest spoke.
"I do" Tristan spoke
"Lady Eglantine, will you promise to take Lord Tristan as your lawful husband?" the priest asked.
"I do" I answered like I had the choice
"I pronounce you husband and wife" the priest proclaimed. We turned around to face the crowd when Tristan bent down to my ear and whispered: "You better smile" with a threatening tone. After that, the party went in a blur, in the fear of what was to come next. The next thing I remember correctly was me waiting in my room, in my nightclothes.
But that was a thousand years ago. Now I am a thousand yeard old vampire. Now I am Eglantine de Lestrange, thousand years old vampire, queen of New Orleans. I don't fear anyone.
