Sunday 20 March 2016

Vampire - Chapter 11 & Free Giveaway :-)

Hi and welcome,

Well, this week's been quite a trial! I've had a terrible tummy bug and I also had a trip to the hospital for a tooth infection. So, as you can tell it's not been the best of weeks. Still, I'm not gonna moan (she says, and you think she's lying). Well, I'm not lying, and the reason for that is that I've spent nearly all week getting caught up in the Game of Thrones, TV series, and I have to admit that I love it. So, although I've been ill, I've enjoyed watching the series (series 3 at the moment), and I can't wait to carry on watching it tonight :-).

Anyway, due to being ill, I've fallen behind a little on my writing, but I do have a free give away for you. If you follow the following link you could well be in line to get Vampire - In the Beginning, signed paperback. Why not give it a go -



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So, I guess it's goodnight - and I'll leave you with chapter eleven of Vampire - In the Beginning.

Ta ra,

Charmain x

Chapter Eleven

How stupid I was. I should have known I should always be on my guard with Matilda and her minions. Two nights I spent with Edward, and in him I found a true friend. I’m sure to others it looked like we were attracted to one another, but it wasn’t like that, we simply found in each other a mutual respect and liking. 

It was in the early hours after the second banquet that I was awoken by rapping on my door. Sleepily I answered the insistent knocking, and was confronted by a young serving girl who often waited on me. “Miss…you must come quickly…there’s been an accident, miss.”

I covered my nightdress with my velvet cape, and followed her, asking what had happened, I asked her several times, but she failed to answer, but then she rarely did, so I didn’t find her silence odd.

I followed her to a part of the manor I had never been to before, a wing that I knew to be occupied by some of the least important vampires. I started to feel uncomfortable as we hurried along the cold, damp, corridors. This was the oldest part of the manor and it smelt of death and decay, a place that suited its vampire inhabitants and their lust for death and destruction very well.

We started up a spiral staircase that I assumed led to the roof, and once again, I asked what had happened, where were we going? The girl ignored my questions and so I continued to follow, fear and apprehension building quickly inside of me.

Finally, we stumbled out into the air, and it was then that understanding dawned on me in resounding horror. Matilda walked towards me, her hips swaying, a twisted smile on her perfect face, and her eyes shining their evil hypnotic stare. I knew that I had been duped. I noticed James grinning, his satanic smile radiating from behind her, and some of the other vampires that I had seen earlier in the week, laughing and eyeing me in obvious glee at my discomfort.

“Ah, it’s our dear brood mare!” Matilda shouted, “We have a treat in store for her, do we not, my friends?” The vampires laughed hysterically, Matilda, now also laughing openly, stood to the side and said with a sweep of her arm, “Behold, your entertainment, my lady!”

Edward was tied to a makeshift type of crucifix, his head lolling from side to side. I heard someone scream, and realised almost instantly that it was from me that the shriek came. Edward’s head snapped up, and his eyes met mine. The soft beautiful eyes of my friend radiated fear and confusion, but most of all I saw sadness, and realised that he believed that I was party to the horror that had befallen him.

“Edward, it wasn’t me…I'm your friend…Oh please let him go, he’s done nothing to warrant this, please, PLEASE!”

Once more, the surrounding vampires screamed in laughter, and then one after the other they sunk their jaws into my friend, sucking his life’s blood from him. I screamed, I prayed, and begged, I even offered to take his place, but to no avail. I fell to my knees and watched in sickening horror the light in my friend’s eyes flicker and die.

I believe that in that moment I would have gladly sacrificed my life and also the life of my child, for I was certain that I wasn’t able to once again confront the horror of an innocent’s murder. I failed to notice the vampires laughing and dancing with glee, I had rolled onto my side onto the cold stone, and sobbed, for once again, I was lost in hell, and I doubted that this time I would climb the huge wall out of the pit of despair into which I had fallen.

I do not know how long I clutched at the cold stone in misery, but I was awoken from my stupor, by the sound of screams. Lifting myself up I encountered another massacre, but this time it was a massacre, that I, much to my shame, enjoyed.

Robert was like a possessed demon. His face was unrecognizable. His eyes were opaque but filled with bulging blood vessels, his body seemed larger, and menace radiated from him in pure evil waves. There was no denying his strength, for the vampires who were moments ago laughing in abandoned joy, screamed and cowered in fear, and even Matilda hissed and shook, with obvious horror etched into her beautiful face. 

He thrust his stake into the hearts of them all, he watched and laughed as they screamed and writhed in pain and finally withered into nothing more than stark white bones. When the screams could be heard no more, he turned to Matilda, contempt and anger glowing in his face.
“DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE CAUSED? I SHOULD KILL YOU…FOR YOU DISGUST ME…YOU WOULD SACRIFICE OUR CHILD FOR THE WANT OF JEALOUSY…YOU WOULD DO THIS IN FRONT OF A KING…YOU FOOL!”

Matilda crept along the stone floor towards him, her head bowed low, “Forgive me, my love…I’m a fool, but I love you so…and I'm afraid of losing you…please forgive me…I beg of you!”

Matilda had reached Robert, she bent low and kissed the stone at his feet.
“Please, my lord?” she whimpered. Without warning, he kicked her and she flew back from him, crying in pain.
“I advise you to stay away from me for a good while, if anything like this should happen again…I shall not be responsible for my actions…DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MATILDA?’

Without waiting for her answer, he walked towards me, picked me up, and carried me to my room. For once, I didn’t question him, instead I clung to him, and curled up in his arms, for in his arms was the only place I felt safe. 


Monday 29 February 2016

Vampire - Chapter 10

Hi and welcome,

Hip hip hooray - tomorrow is the first day of spring. And I am so pleased that although today was the last day of winter it felt sunny and spring-like. However, there are many people out there who will say that spring doesn't start until the 21st of March. Well, all I can say to that is shsssssh! In my world spring starts on the 1st of March - end of.

As you can probably tell I'm very excited to get winter out of the way. And once again, just like every year, spring brings me an overwhelming sense of new beginnings, which always manifests itself into a need to decorate the house. It's like an internal clock pings an alarm which tells me that I must reorganise and redecorate. So, of course, I went shopping today and brought some floor tiles for my dining room and kitchen. However, Mike (my partner), was not overly impressed by the purchase and although he tried to hide it - I noticed the look of horror on his face. A look which said, 'Oh my God! Here we go again! However, he wasn't the only one, because I saw the very same look on my dad's face when my mum told him that she had brought some tiles for him to lay too lol! Oh well, I guess they'll both get over it - especially as next weeks purchase is paint :-)

Anyway, I had best get on with posting the tenth chapter of Vampire - In the Beginning. So here it is - enjoy :-)

Charmain x

Chapter Ten

Although the great hall was huge, with so many people crammed into the space it seemed small and insignificant. As I made my way down the stairs I surveyed the room, and was pleased to see that Robert and Matilda were still introducing from a long line of people, those that they chose to present to the King and Queen. I noticed that the King barely registered those before him, and either talked to the Queen or surveyed the mountains of food that passed him on the way to the royal table.

I placed myself at the end of the line, hoping that I would be overlooked and dismissed with those who had failed to be presented to the royal couple. It wasn’t very long before I noticed a young man of around my own age had joined the line, and as I turned he smiled at me most graciously.
“I hope I get presented today,” he whispered into my ear, “The King is only here for three days before he progresses north, and the next three days will be my only chance of recognition.”
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, it seemed such a long time since I had had a conversation with a normal human being, and I felt like I had lost the art of idle chatter. Finally, I found my voice and said, “I’m sure you will, sir…if not today then maybe tomorrow, or the next day?”
“The King is not always well enough for long presentations….well, let us hope…My name is Edward.” He took my hand and kissed the tips of my fingers softly, he then continued, “Edward Darrington, I'm a local squire hereabouts, and a somewhat distant friend of Lord Vanike, and you are?”

I didn’t have time to answer his question, for suddenly I felt myself propelled forward by Robert’s iron grasp, but I wasn’t the only one, for I noticed that Matilda had grabbed Edward in much the same way.
“My lord, I present Miss Gwen Leigh…”  I fell in a deep curtsy when I heard Robert speak my name, and to my surprise, I found I was trembling with nerves.
“Pray stand, girl.” The King’s voice was deep and gruff, the type of voice that brooked no argument. I looked full into his face, a face that had once been beautiful, but now was bloated and misshapen, but his eyes danced, and shone with the vigour of the man he had once been, and I smiled in response to that twinkle.
“A pretty piece this one, Robert, and I see she is with child, pray, who is the father?”
“I am, my lord…it is well known that Matilda and I will make this child our own when it arrives, sire.”

The King’s laughter resounded around the hall.
“Robert you’re a man after my own heart…I will see to it that the child is legitimized when the time comes, let us hope it’s a boy, uh?”
“We have no doubt, sire” Robert said softly. The King held his hand out, and I kissed his fingers, I then turned to Queen Catherine, her eyes were shining with mischief, and I could see that Robert’s speech had amused her. I leant forward to kiss her hand, and as I did so, she whispered, “Serves the old cow right!” as I lifted my head, she looked towards Matilda, turned back towards me and winked!

Finding it difficult to control the giggles that threatened to escape, I curtsied once more and made my way towards one of the great tables. A few moments later Edward was once more by my side, his eyes were shining, and there was no doubt that he was happy that he had been presented to their Majesties.

“Will you sit with me to eat, Miss Leigh?” he asked, and then continued, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the King.”
I had no wish to discuss the fact that I was now known as Robert’s mistress, so I said, “Yes, that would be lovely, but must we talk of what was said to the King.”
A huge smile transformed his rather bland looks and he replied, “I would rather we didn’t,” and with that he led me to a table to join the banquet.

The food was glorious, as was Edward’s company, and I even managed, sometimes, to forget the vampires who frequently glanced in my direction. I vaguely noticed that they each had a large goblet of thick red wine, which of course wasn’t wine at all, and although they all piled their plated with food, none of the grand feast passed their lips, but for this night I didn’t care! I felt for the first time, in a long time, that I was a normal human, and I wasn’t going to let their evil stares ruin my night. 



Sunday 21 February 2016

Vampire - Chapter 9

Hi and welcome,

Oh what a week it's been! School holidays combined with work, horrid weather and my granddaughter slamming her hand in the door and having to have an operation. So as you can probably tell, it's not been the best week. However, I refuse to feel down, primarily because we are approaching the end of February and spring is finally well and truly on it's way.

This being the case I am starting to feel invigorated and I'm looking forward to the three projects I've got planned for the first 6 months of 2016. These being: Distant Chant (third book in Mary Howard Series). To be A King (biographical account of Henry VIII's life). And the second Lust for Blood (anthology of short horror stories). And yes - I know I'm being ambitious in trying to do so much, but I guess you never know until you try :-) and I intend to try.

Anyway, all of that aside - the weeks ended a lot brighter than it started. Mostly due to the fact that my little granddaughter is feeling better and was almost back to her bright, cheery, and naughty self today. So, no matter what the weather or what life throws at us, it's always good to remember that the health and strength of our loved ones is the most important thing of all and everything else will work itself out in the end. :-)

And that being said - here is chapter nine of Vampire - in the beginning.

Charmain x

Chapter Nine

The manor bustled with servants running back and forth, completing the last minute preparations for the imminent arrival of the royal party.

I, like almost everyone in the manor, waited in nervous anticipation for our important guests. I sat by my window, watching for the spectacle that was the arrival of the royal party; there were rumours that the procession of courtiers, servants, and squires stretched for at least a mile. Of course, the King and his young Queen Catherine Howard would be at the forefront of the procession; she was, according to the gossips, the most beautiful and gregarious of all of his brides. The king was getting older, and many said that he found it difficult to sit on a horse due to an open ulcer on his leg, which refused to heal, but he was still the King - the most powerful man in England.

I turned towards my finished gowns lying across the dresser, they were the most beautiful items I had ever owned, and once more, just like so many times in the previous days, I walked over and let the luxurious fabric fall through my hands. My imagination was once more working overtime, and over the last few days I had imagined myself as a beautiful fairy princess, waiting for my prince to return from war, but the most disturbing part of this daydream was that my prince’s face had lost the look of Tom and had started to resemble Robert. I was puzzling over this change in my thoughts, when the trumpets signalled a fanfare and rushing over to the window, I saw my first glimpse of the royal flag in the distance.

The procession made its way slowly towards the manor, the colours, noise, and the sight of so many people making their way behind the greatest man in England was breathtaking, and one I knew I would never forget. It was only as the royal party drew nearer that I noticed that the King looked old, and although he sparkled with jewels and the effect was mesmerizing, it was not difficult to see he was a large man who wasn’t comfortable and who was in pain, which was not only due to the heat of the afternoon sun.

I had already decided that I wouldn’t make my presence known until the banquet started in the great hall later in the day. I knew that Robert’s intention was to introduce me to the King, with the understanding that I was his mistress.  He wanted it known throughout England that I was carrying his child, he would then legitimize my son, and the child would become his heir. Matilda had argued against this, but Robert was adamant, and by doing so, he gave Matilda another reason to hate me, not that she needed another! For this reason, I intended to stay in the background throughout the proceedings, for I didn’t wish to anger her more than necessary.

I had a while before I needed to get ready and so I decided to rest on my bed and continue with my beautiful but disturbing daydreams. It seemed that only seconds had passed when I felt hands shaking me awake.
“Miss, miss…you must wake up…it is time to get ready!”
“What time is it?” I asked in a sleepy voice.
“Well, miss, they are starting to gather in the great hall, you will be late if you do not hurry!”

The significance of what the young girl said suddenly hit me. It would be very rude to enter the hall whilst the hosts and the King and Queen were eating, and jumping from the bed, I shook myself awake.

I washed the grime from my body and sprinkled myself liberally with rose water, even dousing my hair, which I brushed rigorously until it shone. I quickly dressed in my lightest blue muslin dress, which I knew became me very well, especially as my cheeks had a slight blush, the result of my haste in getting ready. I pulled just the sides of my hair into a plait away from my face, and secured them with a small gold clip at the back of my head, leaving the rest of my thick dark hair to shine and curl down the length of my back. I seized the hand-held polished metal, which served as a mirror, from my dresser, and scrutinized my looks. I looked, even to my own eyes, beautiful!  My skin shone with health and vigour, my eyes, lightened by the pale blue of my gown, shone and sparkled. I knew that I looked radiant, and I even dared to hope that I would rival Matilda. Throwing the mirror down on the dresser, I stepped into my pretty fabric slippers, and hastily made my way down to the great hall.


Sunday 14 February 2016

Vampire - Chapter 8

Hi and welcome,

Here we are again, another Sunday evening, and here, once again - it's raining GRRRR. I think it's fair to say that I'm sick to bloody death of winter and I cannot wait until next month and the start of spring. Oh well, not long now (I tell myself this over and over). To say that I suffer from the winter blues is a little bit of an understatement (as you can probably tell). However, this week I've been trying to change that and I've started to see what book conventions I'll be visiting this year. I've applied for a couple and if I'm accepted I'll drop a post of the dates and places :-)

Okay, well I guess that's enough of the chit chat - here's chapter 8 of Vampire - In the Beginning. Enjoy.

Charmain x

Chapter Eight

My excitement grew as the king’s visit came closer. I had a choice of gorgeous fabrics to choose from, to be sure that I had suitable gowns, and so that I did not look out of place when our important guest arrived. 

I was it seemed very lucky, in that although I was in my sixth month of pregnancy, I had not gained very much weight and my condition, although noticeable was not pronounced and unsightly. Robert had given me over to Matilda’s expertise for the choosing of the gowns, and I made my way to her quarters when the tailor arrived with the fabrics. I had never seen such fine materials, and watched in awe as Matilda chose the finest green velvet and muslins, threaded with gold and silver.

Finally, after she had chosen her materials and had talked at length with the tailor about the designs of her own gowns, she beckoned me to her with the words, “Come here, brood mare.” This was, it seemed, her preferred name for me, I did not protest, well there was no point. Matilda was a beautiful monster and could tear me limb from limb if she chose to do so.

She looked at me critically, her eyes straying from my face to my slightly protruding belly and back, her eyes then rested on my stomach for what seemed an age, and finally her cruel but mesmerizing eyes returned once more to my face. I straight away noticed that a ruthless snarl had twisted her sultry mouth into a thin line, and jealousy and anger shone from the depth of her glittering green eyes.

“So what colour do you imagine would suit you, dear brood mare?” she said in a sarcastic tone. I walked towards the table that the materials were spread out upon and let the richness fall through my hands in appreciation, I was instantly drawn towards the dark and light blue materials, knowing instinctively that with my dark hair and light blue eyes, these would be the colours that would suit me the most. Turning towards Matilda I said, “I would like the dark and light blue please, Matilda.”

A callous, sharp laugh escaped from her lips, and she said, “Oh, would you indeed? Well I’m sure that can be arranged, but,” she said turning towards the old but steely-eyed tailor, “She will have no adornments, she and the company we keep must remember that she is in a delicate condition, and of course she should never be allowed to overstep her station in life, which was, I believe, a lowly cow maid!” On ending her statement Matilda once more laughed, which it would seem signaled to the women present that they also must laugh, because each of them tittered in turn.

I felt my face flush at the obvious insult, and I stammered out, “Thank you”, whilst making my way rapidly to the door. I had thought that I had made it out of her quarters when suddenly I felt myself lifted by my throat off the floor and held up against the cold of the wall. Matilda’s face had changed into that of a monster, I recalled James’s face looking very similar on my very first encounter with him at the farm, but this was different, I knew that Matilda would love to see my demise, in fact she wished for it.

“Please be kind enough to remember that you shall address me as Lady Vanike…Little milkmaid, you shall regret it if you do not.” Her eyes blazed into my own, but they had changed from glittering green to a rather opaque jade, her fangs dripped with saliva, and the veins in her neck and face stood up and pulsed.

“Did you hear me, brood mare?” I nodded, and took a deep gasp of air as she loosened her grip and let me fall to the stone floor. She disappeared as quickly as she had appeared, and I heard her telling the women of my fear, and their delighted laughter in response to her tale. Slowly I got to my feet, and quickly made my way to my own room, the incident reaffirmed to me how careful I must be when I was around Matilda, and just how much she hated me. I knew I must always be on my guard, because the first chance she had she would take great delight in killing me.


Friday 12 February 2016

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Sunday 7 February 2016

Vampire - Chapter 7

Hi and welcome,

I have a couple of treats today because not only am I sharing the seventh chapter of, Vampire - In the Beginning, but I'm also sharing a couple of book cover previews. One is for the third book in the Mary Howard Supernatural Mysteries Series, which is going to be called, Distant Chant. And the other is for an historical work about Henry VIII, and is called, To be A King.

Let me know what you think - I love hearing from you :-)

Until next week,

Ta ra,

Charmain x







Now for the seventh chapter of Vampire - In the Beginning - enjoy :-)



Chapter Seven

Surprisingly, the days pass quickly. Some days I awoke in a panic because I could no longer remember Tom’s face, and I bury my head in the velvet cover until his face fills my vision, and then I cry. Of course, I never shared my feelings with anyone in Vanike Manor, I had no friends, but even if I did I would never have shared my fear and grief with them. 

Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of Robert, but apart from the odd smile, he rarely talked to me. I think he had decided to avoid me due to Matilda’s jealousy. In fact, none of the vampires talked to me, and on my approach many of them would simply look straight through me, it was as if I didn’t exist and if they could not prey on my blood, they had decided not to bother with me at all.

Strangely enough the servants were the same, none of them seemed to speak unless spoken to, and then it was just to answer a question with either a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. It was as if someone had put a spell on them. I was later to learn that vampires can bewitch humans and make them do their bidding, after I had discovered this I often wondered if Robert had bewitched me into accepting his offer. This discovery played on my mind to such an extent that I finally decided that I would waylay Robert at the earliest opportunity and ask him.

The opportunity arose unexpectedly. I had taken to walking by a small brook that ran through the woods behind the manor. I liked to take the exercise, although I had no need of it, for it seemed to be that the combined blood of Robert and Matilda had worked its magic, and I felt and looked in the best of glowing health. I would walk in the summer sun, and sometimes imagine that life had not changed, I would daydream that I still lived in the shelter of my parents’ and Tom’s love, and imagine that our fortunes had changed and we all lived in the manor. It was on a day such as this that Robert disturbed me with his soft tread on the mossy ground.

“I was told I would find you here,” he said as he pushed through the shrubbery to sit by my side. I was surprised by this revelation as I believed that no one knew that I walked by the brook.
“Who told you of this?” I asked. Robert just looked at me and smiled, and I said in a sarcastic tone, “Oh yes, I forgot I am a prisoner, and I am watched!”
“You know that you are not a prisoner, this is your home.” I laughed a mirthless laugh.
“Oh yes I forgot, I am not a prisoner because if I choose to leave I shall be food, and if I stay this is my home, but then again I am watched…you make me laugh, Robert.”
“Well, it is not my intention to make you feel like a prisoner, I fear only for your safety.”
“Well I guess I should be grateful for that at least!” My voice was pert and antagonistic, but Robert did not respond and we both lapsed into silence.

At last, unable to bear the silence any longer, I said, “Well it’s obvious that you wish to speak to me of something, so may I ask what it is so that I may return to my thoughts?”
“Yes of course….sorry, I was lost for the moment in the beauty and peace of this place.” His eyes rose to mine, and I saw a deep sadness in their depths. My antagonistic mood deteriorated in an instant, sadness was not an emotion I was able to connect with Robert - I found the discovery startling.

“Yes, it is lovely,” I said softly.
“I have come to talk to you about the coming weeks, we are to have some guests in the manor, and it is of course imperative that you do not let our secret out.”
“Well it must be a very important guest?” I replied. Robert looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face.
“Why do you say that?” he asked. I laughed, not in joy, but more in a sarcastic burst of contempt.
“Well, Robert, I am sure you would not feel the need to talk to me personally when you have all your minions to do the task for you…I therefore conclude that your guest must be very important, you could of course always bewitch me, just as you do the servants!”

Robert looked at me intently, the sadness wiped away by an amused glint.
“So you have discovered how we acquire our faithful servants?” he said with a chuckle.
“Yes, and I wondered if you bewitched me into accepting your offer? It is logical that you would use this power to satisfy your whims!” This time Robert threw his head back and laughed.
“So you have concluded that I have bewitched you? Ah my poor little Gwen, does your conscience disturb you so much that you wish to find a reason why you decided to live rather than die?”
“It is not that at all!” I snap at him, “I would like to know if you used your powers in order to influence my decision?”

Quite unexpectedly, Robert reached out and tucked a stray curl of hair behind my ear. The feel of his fingers gently touching the skin on my neck caused the betrayal of my body, which shook in response to his touch.
Suddenly dropping his hand, he said in a gentle tone, “I believe that the belief that I have as you say ‘bewitched’ you, would make it easier for you to accept your position. Alas I cannot tell you a lie, Gwen, I have never bewitched you, and I never would, the decision was yours and yours alone.”

My head dropped onto my chest, and the realization hit me that I did in fact, just as Robert had stated, want the guilt of my decision lifted from my shoulders. I felt immense guilt because of my decision, and I wanted to rid myself of that guilt by finding a better reason than choosing to live whilst the people I loved died.

Robert placed his finger under my chin and tilted my head up so that I was looking directly into his eyes.
“It took courage to choose the path you have, Gwen, many are so afraid to live that they would choose to die, others would choose to live but be unable to face the reality of the life of living with a colony of vampires. You chose to live; you chose not to let Tom’s and your own life be lived in vain, by not allowing your son to die, and you have stuck to your decision…that takes guts and determination!”

A tear made its way down my cheek as I noticed the admiration radiating from his beautiful, arrogant face.
“But I had no choice, you held the fate of mine and my son’s life in your hand…it is unfair that you should have the power to do that.” Robert wiped the tear from my cheek, and once more, I felt my body’s betrayal in the form of a shudder.
“Of course it is unfair, life is unfair, Gwen. After all, if you lived a normal life on the farm, you would still have people who hold power over you: the farmer’s wife, the farmer, your husband, the bailiff whom collects the taxes, and the local lord; that is life, Gwen!”

Of course, he was correct, none of us is truly in charge of our own destiny, and there is always someone higher to order our lives, unless of course you are the king. This thought returned me to the reason why Robert had sought me out and I said, “So who is the important guest?”

Robert smiled, I could tell by the relaxing of his shoulders that he was relieved that I had, he had decided, come to terms with my guilt.
“A man who is a very good friend of mine, Gwen,” he said as he rose to his feet, he then continued, “A human who in some ways can be compared with a vampire…you are to meet your lord and king, Gwen.”


I gasped in shock, and I heard Robert’s responding chuckle as he walked away from me. I could not believe it. A common maiden would in the coming weeks be entertaining the highest lord in the land, our good king Henry the Eighth, and not only that but I would at last be able to talk to normal humans – for the first time in months I was not only happy but excited – life was starting to get a lot better!