41 I love you and I'm yours

Karl looked at the girl sleeping without a care in the world, in the hammock at the garden. Some butterflies settled comfortably with her, while the flowers emit fresh fragrance as they bloom.

Even without her powers, nature can still recognize a faerie.

But, why the hell did she slept here?!?

He picked her up startling her, and the butterflies scurried themselves away.

Kristine's eyes widened in surprise. Her master is here! Even when he has a gloomy face early in the morning, he came!

Karl set her down on the kitchen counter and positioned himself in between her legs. This, isn't this too erotic for the morning? She look at him in a daze. Maybe this is a dream?

"Why were you sleeping outside?!" He scowled at her.

Okay. Not dreaming. The King is not pleased.

"I-I-" she stammered, forgetting why she was outside last night. He raised a brow at her as he wait for her answer.

"I forgot." She bowed her head. She was admiring the fireflies again last night, and the glow of the pixie dust in the flowers. She didn't know she fell asleep.

Karl looked at her face intently. There were bags under her eyes, she hadn't been sleeping well. So she knew. She knew what she had done and it makes her uneasy, enough to mess her sleep. Still, if she would deny it...

He sighed. He is angry. Really angry he almost collapsed the whole island last night. But facing her, he feels depressed?

While guilt is eating Kristine's heart at the moment. She thanked the heavens he is alright. What would the crazy wolf clan would do to him if they thought he had a hand in what had happened. She would dedicate him all her life, even she stayed as a mistress, even if he only wanted her body. Just to make it up to him. Because she loves him, it can't really be that big of a sacrifice isn't it?

He put a hand under her chin and made her look up to him. He saw when tears formed in her eyes, her eyes reflect guilt. His heart, it broke inside him, the pain is almost too much to bear.

"Why?"

She wanted to close her eyes, but he held her chin tighter. Hot tears fell from her eyes. He wanted to know how could she betray him? Had he not look around him? Magical creatures are enslaved and suppresed for centuries. Executed on a whim. Driven to death working. For what? For the Kings?

There was no giving, only Kings taking everything away. For the elves, they weren't even titled as mistresses. They are raped, offered to the other kings. It is so disgusting.

Why did she come to him before she was called? So that atleast she could say, it was her choice. And she chose to come because she loved him. That she offered herself, she can accept it more. Than being called to spread her legs like a whore.

The Vampyre Lord did ask her to help, and seeing that he has noble intentions, she and her parents agreed. He came to them because she's next in line for Karl. It was just convenient for them both.

She came back to her senses, or not, when Karl's lips descended on hers. Hungry and passionately. As if they have been apart for years. Taking in everything, her sweetness, her breath. The kiss is punishing, claiming her whole. He bit and suck her lips until she moaned both in pain and pleasure.

More tears fell from the corner of her eyes. Her heart wanting to give him all of her.

'I love you and I'm yours'

Are words too painful to say.