Chapter 2

After my very long and tiring class, I hurried out of the university to go home. I'm used to being caught at night on the road, and even once I wasn't afraid that someone might pull me into the forest to do something bad, probably because they were afraid of my grandmother, but when I started hearing an unfamiliar voice, especially when alone, this is where I started to get nervous and scared. I'm trying to believe my own hallucinations because of the tiredness, but 'he' is really calling my name more and more often. Maybe I need to ask Grandma about this, but she doesn't want to worry about me. damn

What can I do? And if what I hear is true, who is this man? I know there are real souls that I suspect from the voice I hear. But what else am I wearing now? Is it no longer effective? Shit! Is this really the effect of being the granddaughter of a witch?

I just shook my head and continued pedaling my bike. If I compare my pedaling now to how I used to pedal, I can say that I've tripled my speed I used to pedal, I can say that I've tripled my speed. Why does it always seem like someone is watching me from behind?

"Fuck! Stop that, Claret! Don't scare yourself," I said out loud to myself. My heart isn't beating right anymore. Why am I nervous? These horrible things started when I was seventeen years old, and I don't know if I should enjoy my upcoming birthday if these feelings continue.

I don't really feel good anymore.

Maybe because of fear, I didn't notice that I had arrived at our antique house, which was probably ten times older than me. I was very surprised when I saw black cars. Why are there so many cars here today? If we count, there will be five to seven cars parked in front of our house.

Don't tell me they will buy herbs from my grandmother. I just shrugged my shoulders and parked my bike. I immediately noticed our three dogs, who seemed uneasy about being tied to them. My brow furrowed; grandma rarely ties them.

"Hush.." I bent slightly to stop them from barking and disappearing.

"Be good, babies. Maybe you're just tied because there are people; I'll take it off when they leave," I said softly to red, white, and blue. My cute dogs They seemed to understand what I said because all three of them stopped barking.

"Good boys.." I caressed the three of them again before I stood up and started walking into the house.

I was about to turn the doorknob when I heard my grandmother's voice. From the tone of her speech today, I know she is nervous. Who is she talking to?

"She's underage!" Even if she screams, I can feel the grandmother's nervousness.

I want to join her inside to face these people, but I'm here now, and I'm holding myself back from doing anything. I chose to keep listening because of the questions that were slowly forming in my mind. What are they talking about?

"Miss Olivia, the second prince is not doing well. He needs her." What the fuck? Is there a play inside our house? Was our house chosen as the setting of an ancient movie? Why was there already a prince? What the hell? But they called my grandmother's name. I don't understand.

"We have something to talk about, Dastan! We have something to talk about; my granddaughter is not yet an adult! Don't take my granddaughter away from me. I'm not ready" shit! What? Why would they hire me? I'm not coming! Who's the second prince? What's this stupidity I'm hearing?

"Miss Olivia! Please respect the first prince," another voice said coldly. What the fuck? Is the house I went to right?

"Olivia, Cordelia's eighteenth birthday is just a few hours away. What else is different about it now? My brother needs her blood; Zen's life will not last long if your grandchild stays away from him. I know you are the one who knows the most about this matter because you have experienced it too, Leon." I just stared at this long conversation. My grandfather's name is Leon; who is Zen? Who is this Dastan? Why is it necessary? of Zen that this is my blood? Isn't the blood bank a trend for them? What do they care about you?

my eighteenth birthday?

I didn't let anyone speak again. I took a deep breath and boldly opened the door to the house. My grandmother's wide eyes immediately opened when she saw me, while all the handsome men dressed in black coats were staring at me intently.

"Claret," Grandma called me with difficulty. I couldn't answer Grandma's eyes because of my criticism of the people inside our old house.

Only three people changed their clothes, which were the same as what people like me usually wear. A man with gray hair not far from my age had a wide grin at me. But I find his eyes very weird; I don't understand. If he gets lost at the university I attend, the girls will probably confuse him.

Another thing that caught my attention is the man who is currently sitting right now and who is really shouting authority and power to all the people here. I tried to take my eyes off him because the longer I stared at him, the harder it was to take them off him; he's quite hypnotic for no reason.

And the last thing I noticed was the very beautiful woman with very long hair; she was also just staring at me, and I couldn't read her expression.

"She's been listening outside for a while now. She's beautiful," the man said quickly with a grin. I just frowned when he winked at me. What the hell?

"Damn! Do you think Zen will like her? That one is artistic. Her chest is small. Zen is boob material," lazily said the woman next to the man sitting. What the fuck? Who is that Zen? Who are the weirdos I'm facing now? What do they care about the size of my boobs? And worst! I don't care if he doesn't like me, as Zen says, or not. Fuck.

"Who are they, grandma?" I approached my grandmother, who didn't know how to speak.

"Guests," he answered me shortly. They are not welcome.

"Are they playing?" I raised my eyebrows at all of them. I will not like their movie.

"It looks like she won't come with us, Dastan; can I just force her? I feel sorry for Zen." I was alarmed when the man who had been smiling at me started walking towards me. What will be forced? What will happen? I am confused.

"Grandma? Who are they? I don't like what they're talking about. I don't understand! Fuck! Don't come near me! why me? You look rich; why do you need more blood? There are many blood banks! Take it there! I'm not willing to donate." My voice is panicking. With the number of them, Grandma and I are sure they are not against us, and if we ask for help, it will take them a long time to get here. I felt Grandma standing in front of me.

"Why doesn't Olivia know yet?" The man sitting down asked seriously. Know? Is there anything I should know? in spite of being surprised me in the course of this chaotic conversation. I couldn't stop admiring the man named Dastan when he suddenly stood up. Yes, the previous man was also a really good-looking man, but the charisma and totality of the man staring at me now are different. Gorgeous will not do his features goddamn justice.

"Oh, oh. Dastan, she's drooling over you. She is Zen's property; lessen your charm, your highness," said the gray-haired man, laughing. No one owns me.

"Shut up, Caleb; continue, big brother. Don't mind this jerk," said the woman, irritated. So these three are brothers; that's why they look so different.

Their so-called majesty ignored them and kept staring at me. I was the one who opened his eyes; why does it seem like as time goes on, his vision gets deeper? Why does something seem strange in their eyes?

"Is the second prince sick?" I was surprised by my grandmother's question. What are they really talking about? What country are they from? What other country has a king and queen? Why did they reach this mountain?

"He's dying. Our brother is dying, Olivia," quickly answered the woman behind.

"Your Highness, let me first explain to my granddaughter. Don't worry, and she herself will come for the second prince." I was shaking my head at the pace of this conversation. Is my own grandmother giving me away to a 'prince' who is going to die? Why does she call the man 'his majesty'? Why are they talking like this?

"When will she go? Zen is going to die! If those old ladies can't be brought to a good conversation, I'll finish Dastan!" I just backed away when the angry woman's eyes suddenly turned red. I just closed my eyes in shock. What's that? and when I looked at his eyes again, they were black again. Am I missing out?

"Lily!" the man named Dastan said authoritatively. The girl named Lily immediately bowed.

"I'm sorry," the woman answered weakly.

"Dastan, let's go here to get that girl. We can't let our brother die waiting for her 18th birthday. Let me get some blood from her; Zen badly needs her blood." immediately blocked the hand of the man named Dastan before the man who was supposed to draw blood from me could get close to me. I have been getting goosebumps in the course of this conversation. There are so many people with blood in this country; why me?

"Can I count on your promise, Olivia?" 'Dastan' asked emphatically.

"Yes, your majesty." My grandmother barely bowed to answer him. What the hell is going on? Why does my grandmother know them?

"Good, can I talk to her before we leave?" He glanced at me, which I immediately struggled with.

"No! I won't talk to him, grandma. I won't go with them, grandma; I'm confused. I don't like them; I won't go. I won't donate blood," I answered firmly.

"Claret" grandma squeezed my arm slightly before she turned and headed to the kitchen. What the hell? She will leave me with these people.

"Grandma!!" I was about to take a step to chase Grandma when the man grabbed my waist.

"What the fuck!? Let go of me!" I shouted at him. I started to struggle.

"Grandma!" I tried to turn to Grandma, but she didn't look at me. When I faced the man they call 'mahamal' again, I immediately noticed that there was no one behind him. Why so fast? Why did they all disappear?

"I don't know what your relationship is with my grandmother. But I will not go with you. I never thought that I would leave her here. Not in a million ways," I said to him seriously. He let go of me on his own; I just stayed standing because I knew that Grandma would bring me back if I turned my back on this man.

"Your path is not in this place, Cordelia Amor; your path is in our world." If I were in a different situation, I would just laugh at what he said. What does this one say? But I didn't laugh; the hairs on my body rose on purpose.

There is something about this man.

"What is your brother's blood type? My blood type is not rare, and you can find many of you with the same blood type as mine. I am also not willing to donate. Just tell him to stay strong; I'm not the person you're looking for," I answered him.

"I'm not there."

On the spot, explain, but as soon as you know something, "Our family will welcome you." I was surprised when the back of his hand lightly caressed my cheek. I immediately retreated so that we could keep our distance. No one can touch me.

"I don't understand." I said it with difficulty.

"And up until now, I am still confused; I am the first born. the future king, but you're not destined for me." He slightly shook his head at what he said and smiled at me.

"I need to go. Maybe the next time we meet, you won't need to wear glasses. My brother's venom will definitely make you gorgeous as hell," he said, turning his back on me while I was stunned by what he said. Venom? King? I'm a mess. But the last thing he said really insulted me.

I took another deep breath before speaking again.

"Are you saying I'm not beautiful, 'your majesty'?" He stopped walking because of what I said, and he faced me again with a look of interest.

"Did I say something? I'm sorry" I thought he was going to leave what he said when he came closer to me, and I didn't realize that he already held my right hand.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Dastan Lancelot Gazellian; I may not have that spade birthmark. "But I can make you the queen, beautiful Claret Cordelia Amor." My eyes just widened when he bent slightly and kissed the back of my hand.

I quickly snatched my hand from him.

"I'm just kidding," he said curtly. but could not find the word joke in the coldness of his speech.

"Close your eyes."

"Why woul-" I couldn't finish what I was supposed to say when my eyelids fell on their own and took me to a deep sleep.