《The Blood Queen》Dinner with the King part 1
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"Are you finding your way around?" Roman asks breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table. I opened my mouth to respond but Dominic cut me off.
"Oh she definitely is" Dominic says bringing his wine glass to his lips and I bite my tongue and smile back at Roman.
"I am. It's a beautiful castle" I say and Theodore looks between Dominic and I uncomfortably.
"Tell me how you met already?" Theodore asks.
"I ran into her, wandering around my garden" he says and Roman gives me the wide eyes to which I just shrug.
"You are quite an adventurous one aren't you?" The blonde across the table says. "I believe we met while you were trying to get into Dom's room" she says with a smirk in the corner of her eye. Hearing her call him Dom made my stomach twist in knots.
"I was wandering the castle I didn't even know that was behind the door. Now I do and I can't make the same mistake twice" I respond with a short quipped smile of my own and take another sip of wine.
"You're feisty I like you" Thaddeus says to which Roman laughs. "Tell me, you never answered the question the other day. Where are you from? You have a very faint accent when you say some words" Thaddeus asks curiously and I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Just south of here actually. I spent a few years travelling around the world but I've spent the last couple decades in America, where I met Henley" I say gripping my wine glass a little tighter.
"How old are you?" Dominic asks leaning forward and I avoid looking over at him.
"I feel like that's the second time I've been asked that question since I've been here. Don't any of you know you aren't suppose to ask a woman's age?" I tease and Roman smirks while everyone except the blonde and Dominic remain silent. I could tell Dominic was slighting annoyed and the blonde very obviously didn't like me.
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"I don't think we've introduced ourselves by the way. I'm Alina" I say to the blonde forcing a smile and she gives me a tight lipped one in return.
"Victoria" she adds. "Dom's fiancé" she adds placing a hand on his forearm and smiling at him. Breathe escaped me as did words. My head was spinning and my heart felt like it had been crushed.
"Fiancé?" Thaddeus asks with his wine paused just inches from his lips. Dominic clears his throat and takes a drink of his.
"Yes" Victoria says showing off the ring. Henley gasps and grabs her hand to take a closer look.
"But what about-" Charlie starts but Victoria cuts him off.
"We weren't going to announce it until after your wedding but I just couldn't wait" she says with a big forced smile.
"Wow congratulations" Henley says and I silently stand up.
"Yes congratulations" I say with a light smile holding back tears in my eyes. "Cheers to your engagement. I think we are going to need more wine" I say.
"A maid will bring more" Dominic says and I grab my glass from the table.
"I'm already standing" I say and walk quickly to the kitchen. Leaning against the sink I gripped the counter top tightly. We were soulmates. And although he couldn't feel anything from me I could still feel it all. The pain was more than I ever expected and I gripped the countertop so tight the marble cracked. Jumping back and letting go I ran a hand nervously through my hair and wiped the tears out of my eyes. I didn't let any fall as I held them back.
"Do you have a mate Alina?" Dom says and his deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as I straightened my back and turned to face him leaning against the door frame topping up his glass as well.
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"I was looking for that" I say grabbing the bottle of wine he held out to me and filled up my glass. "I did" I say barely above a whisper. "Congratulations on finding yours" I say louder.
Dominic laughs and for once it was without a cocky smirk. When his laugh dies down he shakes his head with a smile. "You humor me Alina. You know she's not my soulmate. You have this way about you that I can't quite put my finger on but I would recognize that accent. You were around when the Queen alive weren't you?" He asks dropping what little bit of emotion he had in his eyes and stepping closer to me. "Because I think you were. And I want to know who you are" he says driving the words across the room until he's a mere foot from me.
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