A(s)/N: This story will start from the end of page 206 in Shadow Kiss.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Richelle Mead.

RPOV

I am a Moroi pretending to be a novice Dhampir. I've been told that I am of two blood lines, but I don't know which. I have to pretend to a Dhampir to protect myself, but no one tells me anything here. I feel kinda special being the only Moroi training to be a guardian, even if it means I have to lie to everyone, including my best friend and the love of my life.

"Miss Hathaway," she said sharply, "I'm going to keep this brief. You are going to stop this atrocious affair you are having with my great-nephew. Immediately."

"I…what?"

"You heard me. I don't know how far things have gone, and honestly, I really don't want to know the details. That's not the point. The point is that it's going to go no farther."

The queen was looking down on me, hands on her hips, clearly waiting for me to swear I'd do whatever she wanted. Except I kind of couldn't. I glanced around the room, certain this was some sort of joke. I looked at the two guardians across the room, half hoping they'd explain what was going on, but they were doing that seeing-without-actually-seeing thing. No eye contact. I turned back to the queen.

"Um, Your Majesty…there's been some kind of mistake. There's nothing going on between Adrian and me."

"Do you think I'm and idiot?" she asked.

Wow. That was an opening.

"No, Your Majesty."

"Well that's a start. There's no point in lying to me. People have seen you together, here and back at your school. I saw you myself in the courtroom." Damn it. Why had Adrian chosen that moment to be chivalrous and sneak another hug? "I've heard about all the illicit details about what's going on, and it is going to stop right here, right now. Adrian Ivashkov is not going to run off with some cheap Dhampir girl, so you might as well rid yourself of that delusion right now."

"I never thought he was going to-seeing as how we're not involved," I said. "I mean, we're friends, that's all. He likes me. He's a flirt. And if you want to talk illicit stuff, then…yeah, I'm pretty sure he's got a list of illicit things he'd like to do to me. Lots of illicit things. But we're not going to do them. Your Majesty."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt like an idiot. From the look on her face, however, it didn't seem like things could really get any worse for me.

'I know about you," she said, "all anyone talks about are your recent awards and accolades, but I haven't forgotten it was 'I know about you," she said, "all anyone talks about are your recent awards and accolades, but I haven't forgotten it was you who took Vasilisa away. I also know about the trouble you used to get into-I know about the drinking, about the men, I also know you are actually a Moroi, I know who your parents really are and I know that you could save the world. I was the one who planned the whole situation of you being a Dhampir so you would be safe. The reason why I don't want you to be with Adrian is because you have Ivashkov blood in you."

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