Rosangela: The Half-Blood Princess

Seeing Sigmund and I, the guards who were standing in front of the dining room opened the door soon. After we stepped inside, they closed the door again.

I looked around the dining room. This room was so big and looked elegant. A China cabinet and a buffet were positioned at the right and left side of the room. In the middle of the room, there was a long dining table with many chairs. Above the table hang a crystal chandelier.

The vampire king was sitting at the head of the table, he was reading a file.

“Your Majesty, Princess Mirabelle is here,” Sigmund announced.

“You’re fifteen minutes late. What kept you?” King Bellamy said without looking at us.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, didn’t want to anger the vampire king.

“Sit down!” he jerked his head at the chair next to his.

Slowly, I walked towards the chair with Sigmund followed behind me. I was about to sit down when suddenly King Bellamy yelled at me.

“Mirabelle, what the hell are you wearing?” he asked furiously.

Apparently, he just realized what I was wearing since he had just put down the file.

“It’s just a mini dress. What’s wrong with it?” I asked back, playing innocent.

“Get changed now!” he ordered.

I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because you’re a princess. A princess must not wear such clothes,” he explained.

“Who are you to tell me what to wear?” I snapped at him.

“I am your grandfather and also the king. I am the one who set the rules here,” he snapped back.

“But in my world nobody, neither the king nor the grandfather, can control what someone must wear or not.”

“It’s not your world; it’s mine. You have to follow my rules.”

“Since I’m here against my will, I don’t have to follow your rules.”

He sighed. “You’re as stubborn as your mother.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Okay. Let’s forget about the rules for a moment! Now let’s have dinner! I know you must be hungry,” the king said.

“Okay.” I finally sat down next to the king, and Sigmund took a seat on the chair beside me.

I was so hungry, but when I looked at the food on my plate: a beef steak with red sauce which I was certain was blood, I quickly lost my appetite.

'Phew! Blood again. Disgusting!' I thought.

“Why didn’t you touch your food Mirabelle?” King Bellamy inquired me.

“I am not hungry,” I answered, but suddenly my stomach growled, betraying me.

The vampire king chuckled. “Well, your stomach says otherwise.”

“Even though I am starving, I am not going to eat the food you gave me,” I said stubbornly.

He shook his head in disappointment. “I heard that you also didn’t want to eat your dinner last night. What’s wrong Mirabelle?”

“You wanna know why? The answer is because I am human and human do not eat blood. That’s as simple as that.”

“You’re not an ordinary human; you’re a half-blood vampire. You need blood to gain your vampire power.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a vampire? I’m just a human being. My name is Rosangela, a girl who was brought up in the orphanage and then adopted by a family from London. I’m not your granddaughter nor a princess. You’ve got the wrong girl.”

King Bellamy banged on the table furiously. “Enough! I can still forgive you about your clothes, and now you’re trying my patience again.”

He rose from his chair and advanced at me.

“Come on!” He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the dining room.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Sigmund following us.

“Ouch! Let me go! You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.

“Shut up!” The king barked at me and it was enough to silence me.

We went straight to my bedroom. Once we were inside, King Bellamy pushed me on to the bed.

“You’re not allowed to step out of this room until you apologize to me and want to accept the fact that I am your grandfather and you’re a half-blood vampire,” he told me.

Without saying another word, he walked out of my bedroom. Sigmund who was waiting at the doorway hurriedly shut the door and locked it.