The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 84: Taylor Swift - This Is Me Trying

Chapter 84: Taylor Swift - This Is Me Trying

Luna gave a watery laugh that sounded more like a hiccup. "You’re not helping."

"No," Lucivar agreed. "I’m not. But maybe I don’t need to help. Maybe you just need someone to remind you that you’re not crazy for being angry. You should be angry."

Luna sniffled. "You don’t think I’m being dramatic?"

"I think you’re being a princess," Lucivar said solemnly, then winked. "Which is to say, melodramatic by nature. But in your case, completely justified."

She chuckled, against her will.

"I understand. It doesn’t matter how far away you are though, the mark heightens a bond. Being away from Damien isn’t the solution."

Lucivar wasn’t judging her, but his insight was always unsettlingly accurate. His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer than necessary.

"I just need to get back a bit of control, figure things out." She didn’t meet his eyes. She didn’t dare. Control felt like a luxury she’d long misplaced. Since Damien had marked her, her body wasn’t hers, her thoughts weren’t entirely her own, and her heart—damn it—kept gravitating toward both him and Kyllian.

"I’ll find you an apartment in the city, but you should know, you may not be welcomed by everyone."

Luna nodded in understanding. What else could she do? She was the princess without a pack and no clear future.

"Come on. Let’s take you back before the prince gets back and asks where we have been. I tend not to know how to lie to him." Lucivar smiled.

*****

Seliora arrived at the prince’s castle that evening with the usual quiet elegance she wore. She didn’t stomp. She didn’t march. She floated—as though the air parted before her and rolled out a crimson carpet.

The guards informed her the prince hadn’t returned from the Royal Empire.

How very convenient. But what caught her attention more was the finishing that "the werewolf princess is inside."

She proceeded deeper into the castle.

She found Luna curled on one of the , engrossed in a massive tome. At first, Seliora assumed it was some arcane vampire record—until she got a glimpse of the title:

"Immortal Beasts: The True History of the Vampire Bloodlines" by Dr. Harold Flemmings.

A human. Of course.

Seliora nearly tripped on her own smirk. The audacity.

It was so inaccurate—so laughably riddled with myths and misguided assumptions.

She folded her arms, watching Luna absorb the nonsense. The princess’s brow was furrowed in concentration, her lips slightly parted in curiosity. It would’ve been adorable if it wasn’t so...pathetically misinformed.

Seliora leaned on the nearby column, amusement dancing in her eyes.

So this is what my rival does in her downtime, she thought.

She cleared her throat finally.

Luna looked up.

Seliora raised one brow. "Learning about vampires from a human?" she asked. "Bold."

"I see you came back. Couldn’t stay away, uhn?"

Luna calmly turned another page of the vampire history book, her fingers brushing the fragile paper.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Luna asked.

Seliora approached. She carried an envelope in hand, as if it were the most important message in the world and not, in fact, just another fancy vampire invitation.

"Yes, actually. I came by to drop an invitation for the prince," Seliora said smoothly, placing the ivory envelope on the coffee table. "We have to attend Lord Bishop’s granddaughter’s christening."

Luna nodded once, acknowledging the gesture without moving to touch the envelope. She stared at it.

She waited for Seliora to leave. f\ree webn ovel(.)com

Seliora, naturally, stayed.

"You must have no pride," Seliora murmured. A whisper, but loud enough to strike.

"Excuse me?" Luna’s eyes finally lifted from the book, sharp as drawn blades.

"You heard me. For a princess, you have no self-worth." Seliora’s lips curled with condescension. "Coming back to someone who clearly doesn’t think you good enough. He may be your mate, but he still looks to me to carry the heir."

Seliora had been dying to throw that punch since she walked in. The vampire courtesan needed to dig her fangs in and twist.

"I guess he knows," Seliora continued, "we vampires will never approve of you."

She turned to walk away, pausing only to gesture at the open book in Luna’s lap. "Besides, the author of that book knows absolutely nothing about our kind."

And with that final flourish, Seliora walked out.

Luna stared at the empty doorway for a second, lips parted in disbelief before she let out a long, slow, incredulous scoff.

"Huffy royal concubine," she muttered under her breath. "Delusional."

Her fingers curled into the pages of the book. The idea that Damien wanted Seliora, needed her to carry an heir, was almost laughable.

Seliora clearly didn’t get the memo that she had given the prince permission to be with Seliora the last time she was there.

Luna glared at the book and then promptly closed it with a dramatic thud. Seliora was right about one thing, though.

The book was absolute bullshit.

Half the Chapters were laughably off.

She leaned back on the couch, rubbing her temples.

She looked back down at the invitation Seliora had left. The golden seal glinted.

A christening.

Luna pushed the invitation aside and stood up, stretching.

*****

Veyron arrived at the Royal Empire. His brows were drawn tight with concern. It wasn’t every day the reclusive Sage Veyron came storming into the political heart of the vampire world.

He was led into Damien’s office. The office was as Damien as it could get—minimalist, masculine, cold. The windows were drawn, and the prince himself sat behind a black desk, flipping through a file.

Veyron bowed stiffly as he entered, trying to contain the storm of emotions currently staging a coup in his chest. "Your Highness." fre.eweb novel\.c om

Damien glanced up, eyes catching briefly on the sage’s disheveled appearance before returning to his papers. He leaned back in his leather chair.

"Veyron... for someone who doesn’t like leaving his home, you are growing increasingly fond of the outdoors. What is so urgent you couldn’t just summon me?"