The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 74: Hozier - Like Real People Do

Chapter 74: Hozier - Like Real People Do

Magnus grunted. "Isn’t it always?"

"What is the price?" Ravena asked. She stepped forward now, bracing herself for impact.

Damien inhaled deeply. "I cannot share the intricacies of Blood City. Our laws are ancient and binding. But to save Luna, I require three things: her bond with Kyllian must be severed, she must marry me, and..." He hesitated. "She must bear me an heir."

"Yes!" Ravena exclaimed before the words had even fully left Damien’s mouth.

"Hold on one fucking minute!" King Magnus bellowed, rising from the throne. "There is no yes! Not yet!"

Ravena turned to him, mouth half-open in protest, but he raised a commanding hand.

"If Luna marries him and has his heir," Magnus said, "what becomes of our kingdom? Who rules when we are gone? What do the people say when their princess—our only heir—is claimed by a vampire prince from a land we barely trust?"

"Would you rather your daughter be dead, or have her marry him?" Ravena demanded.

King Magnus swallowed sharply, the sound loud in the stunned silence of the throne room. His hand reached for the arm of his throne but because he genuinely needed the support. His legs, powerful though they once were, now felt carved from brittle stone. He looked at Ravena then. The woman he had ruled beside for decades. His partner, his storm, his solace. And now, a mother on the edge of desperation, begging with a fire in her eyes he hadn’t seen since the day Luna was born. The day Ravena nearly died delivering her and still smiled through tears, whispering, "She’s magic."

She had been right.

"Can I... take a moment to think about this?" Magnus asked. It was a pathetic stall tactic, and he knew it.

"Every second you waste, your daughter is in agonising pain," Ravena snapped, stepping forward with unrestrained fury. "Agonising, Magnus!". "She’s burning alive, and you want to think?"

Magnus looked away, ashamed. She wasn’t wrong.

Ravena closed the distance between them, her tears no longer silent. "Magnus," she whispered. "I am begging you. Just this once... be a father first. Just her father." Her hands trembled as they clutched his. "Please... please."

Magnus stared at her for a long moment, and then at Damien, who stood quietly by. Steadfast. fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m

He exhaled a breath that felt like it had been stuck in his chest for years.

"As from this moment," he began, "Princess Luna Sinclair, daughter of Magnus and Ravena Sinclair..." He paused, and the room paused with him. "...is hereby stripped of her royal title and banished from the werewolf kingdom."

Magnus choked slightly as he pressed on. "What happens to her from now on is of no concern to the Royal Family. She is no longer our responsibility."

He didn’t look at anyone when he finished. Especially not at Ravena.

She surged forward, colliding into him with the full force of a grieving, grateful mother. Her arms wrapped around him tight, her tears wetting his robe as she whispered over and over, "Thank you... thank you... thank you."

He didn’t answer, but his hand found her back and held on.

Damien blinked in mild disbelief. "I... wasn’t expecting that to go smoothly."

Ravena turned sharply to him, eyes ablaze with purpose. "Go!" she commanded. "Now!"

He nodded once.

Damien vanished down the corridor, towards the woman he loved, towards the pain he would inherit, and towards the future they would forge in the ashes of a shattered crown.

*****

Damien pushed open the door slowly, his chest tightening with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The room was quiet.

He stepped in, his gaze immediately drawn to the still shape on the bed—completely swaddled in sheets. His heart froze for a second. She’s gone, his mind screamed. But then, beneath the smothering layers, he caught the faintest rise and fall of breath. He released a breath of his own, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

"Dramatic much?" he muttered softly and approached the bed.

Gently, he peeled back the sheets, revealing her pale, impossibly still face. Despite the vampiric sheen of her skin and the dark circles under her eyes, she looked ethereal. Broken, maybe. But beautiful, always.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured, offering her a crooked grin.

Luna blinked up at him slowly, her lips twitching weakly into a smirk. "Liar."

The single word had never sounded so precious. He let out a breathy chuckle, leaning closer as he slid beneath the covers, enveloping her in his warmth as best he could. The bed creaked, and she didn’t resist, just turned her head slightly toward him, the way sunflowers do toward light.

"I’m not lying," he said, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at her. "If you were a pureblood vampire, you’d start wars just walking down the street." f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m

"Flattery?" she rasped. "Is this your strategy now? Trying to get under my skirt while I’m dying?" fre(e)webnove.l.c.om

Damien tilted his head, pretending to ponder. "I mean... it’s not not part of the strategy."

A breath of a laugh escaped her cracked lips. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t have the energy to stop you... even if I wanted to."

"Good," he whispered. "Then don’t."

His hand brushed her cheek, cool to the touch, but still so distinctly her. He leaned in, slowly until his lips met hers.

But Luna, despite her weakness, responded like her soul had been starving for that exact moment. Her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, and when his tongue teased hers, her body arched weakly against him, instinct overriding exhaustion. She whimpered softly, breath catching, and he deepened the kiss, coaxing her back from the edge.

It was magic.

She wanted everything, all at once and her body ached for it. The moment strength tickled through her veins, her lips parted and her tongue tangled with his, no longer the passive recipient of affection, but a woman fighting for her life through touch and heat. Every kiss they shared felt like reclaiming a piece of her soul from the cold that had crept too close.