The Dark Prince

I really apologize! i've frogotten to separate the different pov lately and that's gotten really confusing. so i've fixed them for now and promise to add them on. Thanks so much to everyone who continues to read. I know this chapter is slow but it's getting there. I really hope to do a chapter on a masquerade ball soon and promise to update sooner!

Chapter 9

"Rumors are a dirty practice that still remains in our society. We do our best to rid our society of negative and damaging lies. But the talk of confrontation between the future leaders of our nation remains, as I confirm, the truth. It seems that my ally has confirmed that a little quarrel was played out before the entire cabinet before Saturday night's meeting. A message was successfully sent by horseback and the presence of two soldiers to the Izzledans, confirming the full dense of our soldiers and the possible outbreak of war. Peace and the release of Elizabeth Monroe are demanded by the convention. Lady Melanie has remained out of the limelight for sometime, yet her presence has taken a greater toll on Prince Alec De Leon, who has requested her hand in marriage. For those of us that believed in the engagement and union of Prince Alexander and Lady Melanie will be pleased to know that that she remained that hot topic at hand between the unstable brothers. I feel responsible to warn you all that maybe the current expectations held for Prince Alec might just be too much for his younger brother to handle. If certain actions continue to persist the strength of our civilization will surely be questioned by our enemies."

John Kellber

Sunday May 12, 1899 Verona News Daily

Lady Melanie Evelyn awoke from her night's slumber as happy and content as a soon to be queen could possibly be. She glided out of her pink and satin bed, rang the bell that sat besides on her nightstand until it made a loud and urgent call that rang throughout her estate, limped over to her vanity table as quickly as her recovering body would allow her, and played with her slightly golden hair impatiently until the helping ladies would arrive. Rushing upon her behalf, two young and eager maids arrived running in ready to assist in any possible way.

Knowing the routine that they have played out for the past 16 years, the two maids each helped Melanie out of her chair and began dressing her up.

"Good morning, my lady," they both said in perfect unison.

"Hope you've had a very pleasant night," one maid said trying to flatter their employer's daughter.

Lady Melanie did not answer. She had her mind on only one thing and as one of the maids reached for her regular, yet extremely extravagant house dress, she objected.

"I hope you don't think I'm wearing that hideous thing to a meeting with the prince." Her words came out harsh and angry.

"Of course not, my lady," she dropped the dress that she held and instead reached for a red flowery dress that was newly ordered just for private occasions with the royal family.

Frustrated and angry at her maids' incompetence, Lady Melanie reached to her dresser and grabbed the dress that she initially wanted.

She flung the new dress at the maids expecting them to fully dress her to perfection, for this morning Lady Melanie was visiting her future royal residence to pay a visit to her future mother in law and to accomplish what she has planned in order to grantee herself the position as queen.


Prince Alec De Leon slammed the newspaper down into the wash basin and stared himself down in the mirror. His eyes sagged slightly for the last coupled of days. Unable to sleep, his royal highness had spent the night scribbling down his political thoughts into speeches that he planned to propose to his father. No matter what he had tried the prince could not have turned his thoughts away from Elizabeth.

This was no way for an engaged prince to behave and in part he had begun to believe every little piece of propaganda that was proposed to the people through the newspapers. Only one thing stood clear in Prince Alec's mind as his name was called by the butler, he had to under any circumstance find a way to get to Elizabeth. With that in his thoughts, he reached for his engagement ring that he had not worn since his proposal.


A loud and frightening knock awoke Elizabeth, who sat up immediately in the crimson bed ready to face her captors.

Elizabeth looked up to see the handsome face of a strange man that stood with one hand on the door handle. From his attire, Elizabeth could tell that he was a worker for the King. His face was stern, as if he had had many years of practice in the manner of treatment towards captives. His cold green eyes bore into her and Elizabeth found herself wishing for the company of anyone else, including the cruel Charles that she had had many encounters with. Without any hesitation he reached towards her and in an instant held Elizabeth by her arms, dragging her down a dark hallway. Elizabeth screamed. Her futile cries become accompanied with a pathetic fight that failed to last longer than a second, because in what seemed less than that instant both of them stood before an ivory and crystal chandeliered throne. Elizabeth glanced around her witnessing men of high stature surrounding her.

She stood in the middle of a circular room that modeled the serious tone of the Conference Room in Verona, except instead of greeting the faces of two gorgeous princes; Elizabeth stared into the eyes of six angry vampires. Looking up at the dark prince himself, Elizabeth realized that her hair was disproportioned and that her dress deemed inappropriate. Everything seemed surreal to her as she stood before a governmental function of her country's enemy.

All the men sat in chairs behind ivory desks that were elevated from Elizabeth's position. She strained upwards to glance at them in their important suits of attire. A bright light shined on Elizabeth making it impossible for her to witness anyone other than the dark prince who sat in her line of direction. His head rested on his hand as he peered down at Elizabeth with a mixture of emotions that she could not decode. His hair fell into his eyes and strongly fell around his chin in a devilish manner. Elizabeth crowed into herself as the man who had grabbed her disappeared into the darkness.

"Elizabeth Monroe?" An unfamiliar voice from out of the darkness addressed Elizabeth. Afraid and shocked, Elizabeth stood silent nodding her head slightly.

The king stood silent as well refusing to continue with his duties.

"The letter, my lord", urged another unfamiliar and distant force. Without hesitation the dark prince lifted his head out of his daze and pinned his eyes upon an official letter which he began to read.

Elizabeth shuddered as she closed her eyes imagining the government officers of Verona composing the letter. She controlled her tension and nervous manner hoping that her captivity would be mentioned. Instead the letter focused on the peace between the rival countries. A cold gust of wind forced Elizabeth to freeze in her position until the king's eyes left the paper to focus on her. Elizabeth refused to look at him and instead looked around at what she could manage to see. She glanced at the other pale creatures, each with deep and dark blue or green eyes.

A silence fell upon the room as Elizabeth realized that a private discussion was proceeding without her knowledge. Notes slide past the council members as tears passed down Elizabeth's cheek. The letter had not mentioned her.

A loud discussion reached out of control.

"Consider compelling her tell to us of the invention," a voice rang out louder than the others.

"She promised to help us."

"I say we sell her to Charles, attack, and win what we have wanted."

Elizabeth began to shake. Her dark brown hair fell over her bare cold shoulders sheltering her.

"Gentlemen," the dark prince's words failed to silence the room.

"Gentlemen.." the deafening sound of the heavy wooden door rang out drowning the king's voice.

Turning around, the council and Elizabeth turned to greet Charles who carried the struggling bodies of two messengers.


Prince Alexander adjusted his coat and reached for the scarf that he had planned to wear in the presence of Lady Melanie. He stared himself down in the mirror in a shameful manner embarrassed over his actions at the Conference Room and his decision to send the note attached to the engagement ring. But before the young prince could undo his actions, his butler arrived before the central entrance to the house and in a clear and loud voice he announced the arrival of the prince's older brother's fiancé.