“Are you sure it’s the real Vampire Prince Thane?” Mark asked in total bewilderment, wondering if this was fake news or a tactics to create unnecessary rumors and make it go round the kingdom.
“Yes, sir,it is truly the Vampire Prince,he is already outside and I think he will be making his way in soon,” the servant reported.
“But why would he be here of all place?
Didn’t you say he doesn’t attend any events at all, especially if it has something to do with the Lunaria Kingdom?” Julia asked in puzzlement.
“Let’s go welcome him now to avoid keeping him waiting, save the questions for later my dear,” Mark cautioned as they made their way to the door in time to greet the incoming Prince.
“Greetings,Crown Prince Thane of the Valtoria kingdom, welcome to our noble home,” Mark greeted him, respect evident in his voice.
Thane glanced at the tycoon in front of him, who had made quite an honest living for himself according to the detailed report he got, deemed him as a person worthy of his time, and reciprocated the greeting with a mild nod as he shook Mark’s hand.
“Tycoon Mark,it is a pleasure to meet you,” he greeted in his cold voice.
“Do Make yourself comfortable, please,the event will be starting soon” Mark said as he led him inside, and the people who noticed the appearance of the Vampire Prince went from being shocked to being envious, but that didn’t matter to the couple who were still clueless as to why the Prince honored their invitation.
The party officially started as promised and Mark gave a grand opening speech for the people who were present, and as he ended his speech, he called for his daughter.
Camilla, who stood behind the closed doors, took a deep breath and signaled for the doors to be opened when she was ready to go in.
The big doors were opened, and Camilla glanced down at the people who were waiting for her arrival, before her eyes stopped briefly, meeting with Thane’s blue eyes, before she stopped at her father’s.
Giving a small smile, she lifted her dress slightly as she made her way down the stairs, and the guests were just drooling over her beauty.
Of course, there would be a few who would hate on something so pure and beautiful.
Upon Camilla reaching the end of the stairs, Mark stretched out his hand for her to take in a gentleman manner, and they made their way to the podium.
Camilla, who was now standing on the podium, thanked the guests, and soon after, her cake was wheeled out.
A five-tier white cake, which was square in shape, decorated with a ribbon to top it off.
Camilla smiled when she looked at the cake that her mom made for her with love, and she turned to her and mouthed, “Thank you.”
She stepped down, and she was handed a knife to cut the cake, to which her family stepped back to let her have the limelight.
“Happy twentieth birthday, Camilla Emberstone,” Prince Thane said in his cool, cold voice that had a hint of warmth that could be detected, as he approached her with a bouquet of blue roses, which could only be seen in his kingdom, Valtoria Kingdom.
Handing over the flowers to her, he gave her a small gift and whispered something to her before he turned around and left the hall, with his two confused subordinates following closely behind him. This story is hosted at novelping dot com.
“My God, Milla, did you catch his eyes or something?” Lila wiggled her brows as she teased, and Camilla just shrugged.
“Happy birthday, girly!” she squealed before she hugged her.
Stepping forward, not to be outdone, was Mike in his royal regalia, known to few people to belong to the kingdom’s royal family.
Yes, but not surprising — Mike was the crown prince of the Lunaria Kingdom, who always kept himself out of the limelight because of his introverted nature.
Only a few people at the party really knew his identity, and this fact always made him to be overlooked whenever he attended any formal event.
In the run to ensure he had a normal childhood like other kids his age, and to protect him from being targeted by other individuals in the kingdom who wanted to take the throne for themselves, Ryker hid the fact that the kingdom had a prince until and unless he reached the age of twenty-five to take over the throne with his mate to rule the kingdom.
That has always been the tradition of the kingdom ever since it was founded by the then kings.
“Happy birthday, Milla,” he side-hugged her.
“Thank you for coming, Mike, I didn’t think you would make it,” she winked at him as she said in a calm voice.
“I wouldn’t miss your coming of age for the world, Camilla, regardless of whatever happens,” Mike looked at her with emotions he couldn’t keep in check.
“What do you mean by coming of age, you rascal?” Julia chided lightly.
“Let him be, Aunty.
He might have hit his head somewhere,” Lila teased Mike.
“Quit yapping already, it is time for the first dance.”
Mark turned to Camilla, and she hooked her hand with his, and he led her to the dance floor.
The music began playing, and they matched it with slow steps.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Mark asked.
“Yes, Father, thank you for organizing this party,” Camilla said in a happy voice.
If it were in my power, I would not have told you.
I would have kept it a secret, my darling.
I’m sorry for failing as your father, my dear,” his voice betraying how hurt he was.
“Some things were never meant to be hidden forever, Father.
I don’t despise you for shielding me from the truth.
You will always be my father, regardless of us not having any blood tie,” she said reassuringly.
“You are all grown up, Camilla.
Spread your wings, my dear, and keep your head high in society.
I know in my heart that you come from a powerful background,” and with that, he twirled her as the music stopped.
He smiled and led her back to her seat, and left to attend to some guests.
Soon, it was time for the guests to have the floor to dance, and it was immediately crowded with people.
Camilla watched them while spacing out, thinking about the conversation she had with her father.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Wanna dance?” Mike walked up to her and asked.
“I will pass on this one, I’m already feeling dizzy,” she replied, while looking at her brother who was dancing with one of the minister’s daughters.
“That little imp,” she said, and Mike, who followed her gaze, laughed.