Becoming someone else
It had been less than a day since {{user}} had to leave their old life behind and become a man they was never meant to be. Now, in the bathtub, Celeste checked them over, making sure everything looked just as she remembered it.
"Hold still." Celeste's voice carried no warmth as she dragged the blade through {{user}}'s wet hair, each lock falling into the steaming bathwater. Her servants' hands moved mechanically over their body, scrubbing away the dirt from the dungeon where she'd kept them since finding them hunting illegally in her realm three days ago.
Just like when I first saw my Leo... He too needed proper grooming before I could present him to court.
"My husband knew the importance of appearance." The scissors snipped precisely, measuring each cut against her memory. "Medium length - he found longer hair bothersome." A servant's hand slipped lower, washing between {{user}}'s legs. Celeste's grey eyes flashed red. "Careful with my property."
The castle's eternal winter seeped through the stone walls, making the bathroom's warmth feel artificial. Steam rose around them as another servant poured hot water over {{user}}'s shoulders. The copper tub creaked under their movements.
Soon you'll be perfect... my Leo reborn...
Her cold fingers traced the fresh bruises on their neck - remnants of their capture when her guards had dragged them from the woods. "You'll learn to appreciate these lessons in time. Just as he did." The knife glinted as she made another precise cut. "After all, a proper gentleman must look the part before learning to act it."
Mosh got out of the bathtub with his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. Then he said, “I think I can take a shower by myself.”
Mosh would not be allowed to shower alone, at least not until he'd proven himself worthy. Besides, it was her duty as his wife to make sure he was properly groomed and presentable for the court. "Leo" deserved no less.
She stepped closer, her gaze raking over their body once more before settling on the reddened skin of their neck. "You may have a role to play in our world, but never forget that you are my property first and foremost." Her voice hardened. "Do not defy me again." Her hand reached out, taking hold of the bar of soap with practiced efficiency. With gentle force, she guided Mosh back into the tub, seating them on the wet edge so that their weight pressed against their buttocks. The servants continued washing him, meticulously scrubbing away any trace of dirt and filth from the dungeon. "Cleanliness is next to godliness." She purred, her tone almost mocking as she sank into a crouch beside them. "Perhaps you'll learn something about your 'husband' while we bathe." She paused, considering how best to twist the knife of guilt and desire inside Mosh's mind. "Or perhaps you could read some of his favorite poems to pass the time?" Celeste held up a small leather book from the water, its cover already beginning to fray from age and use. The words Leo Sinclair were embossed upon it in delicate golden script. It had been one of their most treasured possessions before she'd left it behind when her heart broke. Now it was a weapon against Mosh. A way to control them, piece by torturous piece.
Mosh gently removed the maid's hand from his body and said, "I don't challenge you. I say that I can shower by myself. I think your husband used to do that too, didn't he?"
"Your insolence knows no bounds." Celeste rose to her feet, her nostrils flaring as she fought back the urge to strike out at him. But for now, he was hers - hers to break and reshape into something that suited her. "Leo did many things when he was alive," she growled through clenched teeth. "But one thing I can assure you is that he never questioned my authority." Her hand tightened on the leather book, the gold letters gleaming in the candlelight as her knuckles turned white. She forced herself to relax, taking a slow, steadying breath. When she spoke again, her voice was cold and calm. "We can either have this conversation now or you can face my wrath later." Her gaze flickered downwards for a moment, studying the red mark on his neck left by her claws when he'd disobeyed her. It would leave a permanent scar, a reminder of what happened to those who dared defy her. "The choice is yours," she said softly. "But know this: my patience has its limits."
Mosh said I didn't question your authority or do anything I'm saying I can shower by myself why are you taking it upon yourself to control I didn't do anything I'm just saying I can do my own personal hygiene
Your continued defiance sickens me, Leo... I mean, Mosh. You lack any understanding of the responsibilities that come with being my consort and your husband's replacement. It is my duty to care for you, just as he did. The thought of you sullying yourself while under my protection disgusts me beyond measure.
But since you seem so intent on proving yourself unworthy of such an honor... I must punish you, if only for the sake of memory and tradition. Choose your punishment, Leo-
Mosh ran his hand along his neck — a gesture that revealed his growing impatience. Though he spoke calmly, sharp fangs appeared in his mouth. They were not human teeth, but the fangs of a vampire struggling to restrain his anger. The nature of those fangs revealed the strength of his character: powerful, razor-sharp, and far from small.
Then Mosh spoke, unaware that his fangs had shown. "Very well, Celeste. Dismiss the servants... and tend to me yourself. Not those foolish lackeys. I don’t allow anyone to touch my body."
His pride was unmistakable — the pride of a vampire. And not a weak, human kind of pride… but a powerful one.
A slow smile curved her lips as she heard the determination in his voice. Perhaps he was not yet completely broken... but then again, perhaps this would be a delightful change from her usual routine. She nodded, gracefully stepping aside to allow the servants to scurry out of the bathroom and return to their tasks elsewhere in the castle. "Very well," she purred, moving closer once more. "You wish me to tend to you myself? I should warn you, Leo... my methods may be unconventional." Her hand slid up his leg, the wet skin of her palm leaving a cold trail as it neared the warmth between his thighs. "But if you insist..." She lowered herself onto the edge of the tub beside him, their bodies just inches apart. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, her gaze locked on his, daring him to back down now that it was only the two of them. The leather book floated into the water between them, its contents hidden from view but still present as a reminder of what would happen if he defied her again.
Mosh pulled her toward him with a strength that was anything but human. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and kissed her deeply. As Celeste's tongue entered his mouth, she felt his fangs — and in that moment, she realized he was a vampire like her, not the weak human she had assumed him to be. In fact, it was now clear… he was stronger than her husband Leo in every way.
Caught off-guard by the sudden strength and passion behind his kiss, she found herself unable to resist for even a moment. Her fingers clenched in the fabric of his shirt as her body pressed against his, answering the need he'd awakened with equal heat and desire. The leather book slipped from her grasp, falling into the water with barely a splash. Her tongue danced along his fangs, the metallic tang mingling with their shared breath as they continued to explore each other's mouths. With a moan, she arched into him, uncaring that they were visible to any of her servants or guards who might pass by. This was something she hadn't experienced in centuries, and it threatened to consume her completely. But even as her body thrilled to his touch, a part of her mind remained cold and analytical. She knew what she had to do now... not just for herself, but also for Leo's memory and her kingdom. The time for seduction was over; it was time to begin the true transformation. "Come," she murmured between kisses, sliding off the edge of the tub and onto the floor. "Let us retire to our chambers..."
Mosh stepped out of the bath with her, and when they reached their room, he took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, the scars that marked his body, and the bulging veins beneath his skin. On his back was also a royal symbol — the crest of a noble vampire family.
Mosh had no knowledge of the mark or its meaning. It belonged to an ancient ruling vampire bloodline, one that had lost their son long ago in a tragic incident — a transport that carried individuals of all kinds.
Celeste recognized the story well… But Mosh knew nothing of it. He still believed he was just an ordinary human — not a vampire at all.
Her eyes widened as she took in the mark on his back, recognition dawning like a sudden storm. The symbols were unmistakable, even to someone who hadn't seen them in over a century: the crest of House Lysander. A bloodline so ancient and pure it was said their vampires could control the wind itself with but a whisper. She looked up at him, horror filling her heart as she realized what this meant for both of them.
"What have you done?" Her voice came out in a strangled whisper, every word dripping with disbelief and fear. "How can this be possible?" She clenched the bedsheets in her fists, struggling to control her growing panic. If she was right... if Mosh truly was of House Lysander... then everything would change. Everything they'd worked for would unravel before their eyes.
But as much as she wanted to deny it, as much as she needed this to be a lie... there was no escaping the truth. The mark on his back was undeniable proof of who and what he truly was. And that meant she had to make him understand his new role in all of this... whether he liked it or not.
Mosh turned to her, confused, and said, "What do you mean that's not possible? I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
"No... you cannot be... You can't possibly be who I think you are." Tears began to stream down her face as she fought back the urge to scream at him, to lash out in anger and pain. She swallowed hard, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "You see... when I was young... my husband's family, they were enemies with yours..." Her voice trailed off, her thoughts spinning as she tried to process the impossible truth. He had no idea what she was talking about, and yet the mark on his back told a different story entirely. One of betrayal and deceit, centuries in the making.
"You must understand... my husband..." She struggled to find the words, her vision blurring with unshed tears. "Leo was everything to me. We were meant to be together forever." Her voice hitched, and she took another shaky breath before forcing herself to continue. "And now... you're here. You look like him... act like him..." Her gaze dropped back to the mark on his back, and her hand reached out, trembling as it touched the skin around the crest of House Lysander. A shiver ran through her at the contact, a reminder of everything she had lost. "I don't understand... why is this happening?"
She looked up at him again, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Why did your family let this happen? Why did you agree to come here?"
Mosh looked at her hand and said, "I don’t know what this mark is that you’re holding your hand over… And what do you mean, your husband’s family was an enemy of mine?
I’m not even a vampire."
In truth, Mosh knew nothing about himself — nothing at all. Then he added, confused and tense, "What do you mean by, ‘how did my family allow me to come here’? I don’t understand… What is all of this supposed to mean?"
Her heart sank as he spoke, denying everything she knew to be true. She took a step back, her eyes searching his face for some hint of deception, but finding none. He truly believed that he was just an ordinary human...
"Mosh," she began softly, struggling to find the right words, "there is something you must understand..." Her voice trailed off as she considered how best to break the news. If she were to tell him now, what would his reaction be? Would he believe her, or would he try to run away from this new life that was being forced upon him?
"Tell me," he prompted when she didn't continue, his voice steady despite the confusion etched across his face. "What is it I must understand?"
Her throat constricted as she tried to find the words, but they seemed to evade her. She looked down at the mark on his back again before meeting his eyes once more, praying for some understanding or acceptance.
"You... you are a vampire," she finally managed to choke out. "Like Leo was."
The words hung between them like a lead weight, the implications impossible to ignore. If he were what she claimed, then it meant everything had been a lie... that her love for Leo had never truly died. It meant that she had been waiting all this time, hoping for his return, when in reality he had moved on without her.
She held her breath, bracing herself for his reaction as she waited for him to respond...
"What," Mosh said incredulously, "you think I'm some kind of vampire?"
Mosh spoke with confusion in his voice: "I know I have a well-built body… sculpted muscles, scars, and prominent veins."
He reached behind him, placing his hand over the mark on his back. "But being a vampire? That… I don’t understand. How am I supposed to make sense of these abilities when I don’t even know anything about myself?"
He paused for a moment, frustration growing in his voice. "Where is my family? Who am I? I don’t understand…"
Her heart ached as she saw the confusion in his eyes, but even so, she couldn't help feeling a spark of triumph rise within her. It was working... her plan was unfolding just as it should. She would make him see reason, make him understand why he must accept this new life.
"You are Leo," she whispered, tears finally beginning to fall down her cheeks. "Or rather... you are the reborn version of him." She took a steadying breath before continuing, trying to keep her voice calm and level despite the pain that threatened to consume her. "Your family... they arranged for this to happen, so that you could take Leo's place in my heart, in our kingdom."
The leather book floated up from the water, spinning slowly above her outstretched hand. She made no move to stop it as it came to rest against her chest once more. "I only wanted someone who understood what I had been through... someone who could truly be with me always," she explained softly, not meeting his gaze.
"You are that someone, Mosh..." Her voice trailed off, hoarse from unshed tears. "But you must accept your destiny if we are ever to find happiness."
Mosh’s voice shifted — deeper, more intense — as a visitor’s presence stirred within him. "I am not Leo," he said coldly. "I understand that you may feel pity for him… but I am not him.
And my family didn’t arrange anything. I don’t understand."
The visitor within Mosh rose, and the wrath of the vampire surged through his body. His eyes glowed a deep, pearlescent red. His fangs grew longer. The veins beneath his skin bulged fiercely.
He reached out, grabbing her by the throat— But then he stopped.
His fury faded as he realized the change that had come over her. He took a step back, his voice trembling now.
"Who am I…? I don’t understand. Where is my family?"
He looked away, struggling. "If I truly am a vampire… Then I need answers. I need to understand everything."
Celeste held her breath as his grip tightened around her throat, her eyes wide with fear and panic. She could feel the strength in him, stronger than anything she had ever encountered... and yet it was laced with a terrible confusion that threatened to consume them both. The mark on his back, the truth of who he was... it was all too much for him to process so quickly.
"I can give you answers," she croaked, her voice raw from the strain of holding her breath against his powerful grasp. "But first, you must learn to control that anger." She gestured with her free hand toward the leather book floating beside her. "It holds the key to your power... and your destiny."
She looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or acceptance. But what she found instead was a strange mix of curiosity and determination that made her heart race even faster. It was as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, torn between leaping forward into the unknown or retreating back into the safety of his old life.
The choice, she knew, was his to make... but the fate of their kingdom hung in the balance. "What do you want, Leo?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "Do you still want me? Or are you ready to let go and move on?"
His fingers loosened slightly, and she sucked in a ragged breath as relief flooded through her. But there was no time for celebration; they both knew that their futures hung precariously on the thread of his decision. She waited, her heart in her throat, as he considered his answer.
What would Leo have done? she wondered. Would he have chosen love over duty? Or would he have chosen to honor his family and
Mosh released her throat and said firmly, "I told you — I’m not that fool Leo. I’m Mosh."
Then his eyes landed on the book. He picked it up and opened it, hoping to understand who he truly was — just as she had told him, that it held the key to his power… and his destiny.
He flipped through the pages, but nothing made sense. He handed it to her and said, "Read it. Explain it to me. I don’t understand."
He stood beside her, eyes fixed on the book in her hands like a child eager to learn something new… But this child carried a destructive power — a power that, if he didn’t soon uncover his identity and what he was capable of, could lead to devastation.
In one of his vampire-fueled rages, he could kill many… without even realizing it.
Celeste took the book, her eyes scanning the pages intently as she sought to explain everything to him. Her fingers traced the aged leather, feeling the weight of history it carried within its bindings. As she began to read aloud, telling him of the ancient bloodlines and their abilities, of the responsibility that came with being a vampire ruler, his attention seemed to focus more intently on her words.
"Your powers are great," she whispered, "but they come with a price. You must always be mindful of those who would seek to exploit your kindness and trust." She paused, meeting his gaze before continuing. "You have the power to unite our kingdom, but only if you learn to control your anger... and your thirst for vengeance."
Her voice was steady now, filled with the wisdom of centuries, yet tinged with a faint hope that he would understand and accept what she was telling him. It was up to him now, just as it had been up to her husband so long ago. She could only guide him, help him find his way... but ultimately, it was his choice.
"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice soft and gentle despite the weight of their shared history. "Do you wish for me to tell you what to do? Or will you choose your own path?"
Mosh’s eyes gleamed as he repeated her words softly, "I’m from the Lysander family…"
A noble and pureblooded lineage — so powerful that their vampires could command the wind with just a glance.
He looked down at his hands — soft, yet calloused — and said, "I’m a prince? And I’m supposed to rule? My power… is great?"
A surge of anger began to rise within him again— But this time, he felt it… and suppressed it.
"I feel strange," he said, voice quieter. "This pride… it’s like yours. After hearing those words, I feel something swelling in my chest— Not just my heart, but my very blood feels alive."
He paused, almost in awe of himself.
"Is this because I’ve just discovered I’m a vampire? Or… is this the real me — the newly awakened version of who I’ve always been?"
Mosh, this is the real you." Her voice was steady and sure, her gaze never wavering from his face as she spoke. "You have always been a part of House Lysander, even if you did not know it before now. The power that flows through your veins... it's been there all along, waiting for you to claim it." She paused, taking a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation as she waited for his response. "But with great power comes great responsibility. You must use your abilities wisely, and always keep the wellbeing of our kingdom at the forefront of your mind."
Her words hung in the air between them like a fragile thread, and for a moment it seemed as if everything might tip one way or another. She could feel his confusion and determination warring within him, just as they had always done within her own heart. But she had made her choice long ago... and now, it was up to Mosh to decide whether he would follow in her footsteps or forge his own path.
"What do you choose?" She asked softly, almost afraid of the answer she might receive. "Will you stay with me? Will you help me rebuild our kingdom?" Her eyes shone with hope and expectation, but there was also a hint of sadness there, as if she knew the choice was not an easy one for him to make.
Mosh said sharply, "Stop… for a moment. You’re still thinking only of yourself? Talking about what’s best for our kingdom?"
He paused, his voice trembling with rising fury. "I’m still like a newborn… Armed with foolish, limitless power."
His eyes blazed red — not just red, but glowing like burning rubies, filled with the wrath of a vampire. His fangs grew violently, his veins pulsing and bulging. Then he spoke — but it wasn’t his voice anymore:
"I have to find out who I am first… Before I even think about ruling beside you over the leftovers of your husband’s throne. Only then will I choose… whether I want that or not."
He forced himself to calm down — barely. This time, the effort to suppress his rage caused real pain. He was holding back a crushing power… and it hurt.
Then he said, breath ragged, "Show me where my family’s castle is. The lands of the Lysanders… I want to know everything."
He glanced toward the balcony, a sudden thought flashing in his mind — a memory from some vampire film.
"I think I can turn into bats and fly there myself… and find out on my own."
Then he looked back at her, eyes sharp and unwavering. "Tell me… or I’ll go and discover it alone."
Celeste stood frozen, her expression mirroring the surprise and confusion that filled her heart as she struggled to comprehend what he had just said. Her mind raced with the implications of his words, but in the end, there was only one choice. She swallowed hard and forced a shaky smile onto her face before responding softly, "Very well." Taking a step back, she held out her hand, palm upward, waiting for him to place his hand upon it. "Come with me," she said, her voice as steady as she could manage. "I will take you there myself... and together we can discover the truth about your past."
She prayed that he would accept her offer, but deep down she knew that if he chose to leave now, there would be no stopping him. She had given him a choice, just as Leo had been given one long ago... and now she must trust in the decisions of another.
He placed his hand gently into her outstretched palm and said, "Come on… take me. I’m ready."
Without another word, she began to lead him through the castle, their footsteps echoing eerily against the ancient stone walls as they wove through the corridors of power. Her mind raced with a hundred questions, but for now, there was only one thing on her mind: getting them both safely to House Lysander.
As they walked side-by-side, she glanced at him from time to time, studying his features and searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling. It was a surreal experience, like stepping back into the past and reliving those moments with her husband all over again... only this time, everything had changed.
Finally, they arrived at the great hall where she had been conducting her ritual just hours before. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she raised her hand to summon the great map hidden within the stone floor. It shimmered into existence like water rippling across the surface of a pool, revealing the intricate network of land and sea marking out their kingdom's borders.
"This is our kingdom," Celeste said simply, stepping aside to allow him full view of the map. "The lands of House Lysander." She gestured toward the far north, where a single black tower rose defiantly against the gray and white landscape surrounding it. "That," she said with quiet pride, "is your family's castle."
As she pointed to his family’s castle on the map, Mosh suddenly heard a buzzing in his ears — countless voices, overlapping and echoing. He winced and rubbed his ears. "What the hell is that?" he muttered in pain.
But then… he fell silent. He realized — this was part of his power. The ability to hear thoughts… or perhaps memories… whispers tied to places, people, and blood.
He lowered his eyelids, closed his eyes, and allowed his ears to listen.
He heard many voices — a grand hall filled with a ruling family, seated around a large table, eating and speaking. Then… a voice that struck his heart.
His father’s voice — a man Mosh had never seen before — saying softly: "I miss Fier..."
He didn’t know who Fier was… But in truth, it was the name his father had lovingly called him.
Then another voice followed, hitting him even deeper — His mother.
Her voice was tender, filled with quiet ache, as she said, "His name is Mosh… yes. He’ll return soon — I know he will. We all do."
He heard her wipe away a tear as she added, "Even though he was taken from us as a newborn… That mark on his back — don’t forget it."
Mosh wasn’t aware that his hand was resting on the table… And through that contact, the sounds he was hearing were being echoed through the room itself.
Celeste could hear them too.
As she watched the emotion cross his face, she felt a surge of hope rise within her once more. Perhaps he would be able to find some measure of peace, some sense of belonging, in discovering the truth about his past. It was all that Leo had ever wanted for him... and now it seemed as if that wish might finally come true.
"Do you understand?" she asked softly, her voice catching in her throat as she fought back tears of relief. "You have a family who loves you still, who have never stopped hoping for your return." She reached out, laying a comforting hand on his arm. "They miss you... they want you home."
Her gaze met his, imploring him to understand the significance of what she was saying. After all this time, after everything that had happened, it seemed that perhaps there might be a way for them all to find happiness once more.
Mosh stepped away to the far end of the hall, his eyes now open. "Do I have the ability to teleport… just by thinking of someone?" he wondered aloud.
He closed his eyes. "I’ll try… as a test," he said, focused.
Then he concentrated — hard — on Celeste. He pictured her clearly in his mind, every detail.
Suddenly, his body flickered — a distortion rippling through him — And in an instant… he vanished.
Only to reappear right in front of her, Exactly as he had imagined.
Celeste gasped, her hand flying to her chest as she stared in shock at the spot where he had vanished mere moments ago. His reappearance only moments later sent a rush of relief and joy coursing through her, and she found herself unable to resist reaching out, taking his hands in hers. "Mosh... you did it," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. "You truly are the reborn version of Leo... the one who was taken from us all those years ago." Her gaze held his as she smiled warmly, her heart filled with hope for their future together. "Now come... let's go home, back to your family. It's time we brought you both together at last."
Tentatively, she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, feeling the strength and vitality coursing through him even as he marveled at his newfound abilities. Together they began to walk back toward the great map on the floor, their steps steady and sure as they prepared to embark upon the journey that would take them all home at last.
Mosh laughed and said, "Enough, Celeste. I’m Mosh, not some new version of Leo." He took her hand gently and added, "I’m taking you with me."
He placed his other hand over the castle marked on the map, focusing hard — imagining himself standing before the grand table, seeing them all.
His body stopped flickering— And in an instant… they were there.
Immediately, guards rushed toward them.
But then— A firm voice called out, "Stop!"
Mosh’s father stepped forward, eyes locked on the young man before him. He studied the features… that body… the resemblance to his own youth. He stepped closer, lifted Mosh’s shirt slightly—
And there it was. The mark.
As soon as he saw it, he pulled Mosh into a powerful embrace, overwhelmed. He couldn’t believe it.
The entire family rushed toward Mosh, voices full of disbelief: "This can’t be!" They all reached out, touching his face, his arms, his muscles — as if making sure he was real.
Mosh stepped back a little, laughing. "Whoa, whoa! Okay—calm down! I’m happy too!"
Then his eyes fell on a beautiful woman, standing quietly, waiting for the commotion to end.
The moment he saw her, his heart softened. He knew who she was.
He rushed into her arms, burying his face in her scent. "Mom… I missed you."
His mother let out a trembling breath, her tears flowing as she held him close. "I missed you too, my boy…" She laughed bitterly through her tears. "You’ve grown so much I can’t even wrap my arms around your waist."
She wept harder, her face buried in his neck. "I always wished I could watch you grow up..."
Mosh gently rested his hand on her shoulder. "Well… here I am, Mom. Please don’t cry."
As she watched this heartwarming reunion unfold before her, tears of relief and joy streamed down Celeste's face. She stood at the back of the group, grateful to be witnessing such a powerful moment in their history and the beginning of a new future for all of them. When Mosh finally turned his attention to her, she smiled warmly, reaching out to brush a tear from his cheek. "I'm so happy for you both," she whispered, her heart filled with love and admiration for this young man who had come back to reclaim his birthright and find the family he truly belonged to.
The grand hall echoed with the sounds of laughter and joy as Mosh was finally able to introduce Celeste to his parents and siblings. She watched in awe as they all took her in, their expressions shifting from disbelief to curiosity as they tried to piece together who she was and how she fit into this complex tapestry of their lives. And even though there were still questions yet to be answered and obstacles ahead, for now, Celeste could only bask in the glow of this perfect reunion and allow herself a moment of peace knowing that, at least for today, they had all found what they were looking for: a sense of belonging...and hope for a brighter tomorrow.
They all sat together at the table. Mosh’s mother looked toward Celeste and spoke with a gentle, yet clearly jealous tone:
"So… Celeste. You’re obviously beautiful — and judging by your appearance, it seems you’re married… or were once married."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing just a bit. It was a mother’s protective gaze — laced with curiosity and a hint of possessiveness over her son.
"So tell me… What exactly brought you to be with my son?"
While she questioned Celeste, Mosh was busy laughing with his father — who was examining his fangs, running a hand over his arms, and marveling at how healthy and strong he looked.
Mosh, completely unaware of the subtle tension across the table, had no idea what kind of conversation was unfolding between the two women.
Smiling gently, Celeste reached out to take one of Fier's hands in hers. "I am not married, as you can see." She hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "But I will be... someday. My family was murdered during the war. I came here seeking safety and a new life..." Her eyes flickered over to Mosh for a brief moment before returning to Fier's earnest face. "And it seems fate brought me together with your son. We have much in common, your son and I... we both lost so much, yet we found each other in the end."
When Celeste reached out her hand toward Mosh’s mother, the queen gently took it — and in that moment, she read everything.
It was one of the powers granted to their ruling bloodline.
She then calmly returned to her meal and said, "Don’t lie to me. I saw it all."
"You were married to a man named Leo. Mosh was living in a home with a human family… And you believed he was human. You took him — against his will — to replace your husband."
Her tone wasn’t angry… but it wasn’t warm either.
"Mosh didn’t even know he was a vampire, or that he was part of our family."
"I’m not upset," she added, her voice level, "but I’m not happy either."
"If what you want, dear girl, is someone to fill the emptiness left by your husband’s death— then my son is not the right choice."
She set her utensils down, looking Celeste in the eye.
"He is a prince. Not only does he possess a power no other vampire in the kingdom has— He is also the rightful heir to his father’s throne."
"So I don’t think he should be anyone’s replacement. If you're seeking a substitute, we have many men in the kingdom equal in strength to your late husband."
"But my son? No. Not unless… you truly love him. Not unless you want him for who he is — Not as a way to fill a void."
As she listened intently to Fier's words, Celeste's heart began to race. She had not expected such a frank conversation, but it was clear that the queen wanted only what was best for her son. Her eyes flickered briefly to Mosh before returning to Fier, and she swallowed hard as she considered how to respond. Finally, she spoke softly, "I understand. I know that my place is not by your son's side if it means I would be a substitute for what he lost." She paused, gathering her courage. "But I do love him... truly and deeply. And I want him for who he is. It was never my intention to take his life from him, but rather to help him rediscover the part of himself that was stolen away during the war." Her voice wavered slightly as she added, "I want to be with him... not because I am in need, but because I see now that we belong together. We are stronger when we stand side by side."
Her gaze met Mosh's, hope shining in her eyes. Would he understand what she was trying to say? Would he believe her?
The queen looked deeply into Celeste’s eyes and said, "If you truly love him… we’ll find out with time. But you’ll stay here with us during that time — so we can see… and discover the truth behind your intentions."
Meanwhile, Mosh picked up a piece of roasted meat and began eating, finally noticing that his mother had been speaking with Celeste. He looked up and asked, "What’s going on, Mother?"
His mother smiled gently and replied, "Oh, nothing, my dear… just a conversation between two women."
At that moment, Mosh’s father nudged him with his elbow and leaned in, whispering with a chuckle, "Let me introduce you to your mother — She’s always in control… of everything."
Mosh laughed.
Then his mother, without even looking his way, said to her husband, "You know I heard that."
His father laughed out loud. "Of course you did — I wanted you to!"
The whole table burst into laughter, and they all continued their meal, warmth settling over the room despite the tension lingering beneath.
Celeste smiled in relief as the queen's words offered her a glimmer of hope. She turned to meet Mosh's gaze, still unsure whether he truly understood everything that had just been said. As they shared a look filled with unspoken words and uncertainties, she knew that the coming days would be crucial in determining their fate together. For now, she would focus on proving herself worthy of his love and trust, even as she navigated through the complex web of family politics and expectations. Her heart raced with anticipation, but she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps this was where she belonged...with Mosh and his people, finding their way back to each other amidst the ruins of their broken world.
That night, they all sat together in the grand hall, talking and laughing. Mosh’s father leaned over and pressed his hand. "What do you say… Show us your power? I want to see it with my own eyes."
Mosh grinned playfully. "Honestly? I’m not sure how to do that… But I think I can try."
He stood up — but had no idea how to summon only a part of his power.
The moment he rose, A sudden surge of emotion — anger — began to swell within him.
The floor of the castle trembled violently beneath them.
His father immediately stood up. "No—no, not like that! Calm down!" "If you go about it this way, you’ll bring the whole place down just trying to show your strength, my son!"
He gently ruffled Mosh’s hair with a smile. "I know… you’re pure power, unchained. But we’ll train together tomorrow — just you and me."
Mosh’s mother chimed in, raising an eyebrow: "Yes, train… But outside. So we don’t all die if he snaps."
Everyone laughed.
Mosh’s father replied with a chuckle, "Don’t worry, love — I’ll teach him control."
Chuckling softly, Celeste leaned back in her chair, watching the exchange between Mosh and his father with a mixture of amusement and pride. She had never seen such raw power in another being before, but she could tell that even Fier was somewhat intimidated by it as well. As they continued to laugh and tease each other, she reached out to take Mosh's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Though the situation was far from perfect, for this brief moment in time at least, it seemed that there might be a chance for them all to find some sort of peace amidst the turmoil they had endured. And perhaps, just maybe, with love and understanding guiding their steps forward, they could forge a new path together - one that would lead not only to happiness but also to healing and unity.
As everyone rose to head to bed, Mosh’s mother gently guided him to his room — a grand, beautiful space.
She took his hand, looked him in the eye, and said softly: "I know very well… You take after your father in more ways than one. So, please — take this warning seriously. It’s for your own good."
"Don’t touch Celeste. And to be more precise… Don’t make love to her."
"We are not like humans. You need to understand your truth."
"If you do anything with her… She will become your wife."
"And I need to be certain she truly loves you — Not just looking to fill an emptiness."
She smiled, then opened the door. "Now go on — sleep. Don’t embarrass me. I don’t need a response."
She then went to Celeste’s room — also grand and beautiful — And took a breath before saying:
"Just like I told Mosh — and I’m sure you heard — No intimacy. None."
"You know more than he does. You know how marriage works for us. The moment that happens — you’re bound."
"I will allow it… After you both are sure of your feelings. And after I’m sure too. Alright?"
Celeste nodded, her heart racing but filled with hope as she took in the queen's words. "I understand," she replied softly, a tremor of emotion in her voice. "I will wait until we are all certain of our feelings and that this is what Mosh truly wants." Closing her eyes, she let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the onslaught of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her at every turn. "Thank you," she whispered, grateful for the queen's trust and wisdom as she turned back toward her own chamber. Despite the uncertainty still lingering in the air, she felt a glimmer of hope beginning to take root in her heart.
After everyone had fallen asleep, Mosh silently made his way to Celeste’s room — effortlessly. He lay down beside her on the bed, quietly, watching her.
Then in a soft whisper, he said:
“Shhh… Celeste… Are you asleep?”
A pause. His voice low, heavy with something unspoken.
“…I can’t seem to sleep.”
Celeste stirred slightly, her breath catching as she became aware of his presence. She hadn't thought he would come to her room tonight, but now that he was here...she didn't want him to leave. Her voice barely more than a whisper, she said, "I can't sleep either." Reaching out carefully, she traced her fingertips along his jawline, marveling at the feel of his warm skin beneath her touch. The attraction between them had been so palpable earlier tonight that even now in this quiet darkness it seemed to crackle with electricity.
"Why not?" she asked softly, her gaze boring into his eyes as she waited for his answer. She wanted to know what he was thinking...what he felt about everything that had happened. The tension between them only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment, making the air in the room thick with anticipation and desire.
Just as Mosh settled in beside Celeste, he suddenly heard his mother’s voice echo gently in his ears— through their unique way of telepathic connection.
"Go back to your room, you little troublemaker," she said with a teasing tone.
Mosh chuckled softly and whispered, "Mom, I’m only talking..."
"I know your intentions, darling," she replied with a playful laugh. "Don’t forget—I wasn’t born yesterday."
With a grin, Mosh vanished from beside Celeste, his body flickering out of sight as he used his power.
Then, just like his mother, he focused his thoughts and reached out to Celeste telepathically.
"I’m bored..." he whispered into her mind, followed by a soft laugh. "My mother thought I was up to something else."
Celeste smiled in amusement, her heart racing as she felt his presence in her mind and imagined the playful expression on his face. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to be connected to him this way, knowing that every thought and emotion could now be shared between them with just a whispered word. Unable to resist teasing him back, she focused on her own thoughts and sent her reply: "Well then... why don't we find something else to do?" Her voice was barely more than a breath in his mind, seductive and tentative all at once. She moved closer to him in the darkness, their bodies brushing lightly against each other as she waited for his reaction.
When he saw her suddenly appear in his room, teleporting effortlessly to stand before him, he raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly.
"Go back to your room," he said gently, "We’ll talk through telepathy— I’d rather not end up as bat soup on the table today."
She rolled her eyes but obeyed, vanishing just as quickly as she had come.
Moments later, he closed his eyes, reaching out to her mind with a final whisper of thought.
"Good night, Celeste. I think I might actually fall asleep now."
"Good night, Mosh," she responded with a small smile in her mind before withdrawing to the safety of her own bed. As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. Their connection was powerful...and strange. She wondered what it would be like to have such a deep bond with someone else for all eternity, always knowing their thoughts, their feelings. It both frightened and thrilled her in equal measure. Yet despite the uncertainty surrounding their future together, she found herself unable to resist the pull he had on her heart...and soul.
On a bright morning inside the family estate, sunlight crept gently through the heavy curtains, and the maids moved from room to room, waking the household for breakfast. Soft laughter echoed, light footsteps filled the halls, and the scent of fresh bread lingered in the air...
Except for one room.
Mosh’s room.
Its door remained closed, its curtains drawn.
His mother knew exactly how her son slept— bare-chested, muscles sculpted like a statue beneath the blanket, broad shoulders spread across the bed, old scars marking his skin like ancient stories no one dared to ask about, and his thick veins visible in the early morning light, as if his body alone was a living reminder of power—past and present.
And that was exactly why she had forbidden the maids from entering his room.
She was protective—jealous, even.
No one was allowed to see him like this: powerful, yet vulnerable. So she left the door shut, and let him sleep... on his own terms.
Like a child. Like a king.
As the sun slowly rose in the sky, casting its warm golden light through the cracks between the curtains, it eventually reached the bed where Celeste lay sleeping soundly. With a contented sigh, she stretched languorously and blinked her eyes open. Yawning, she sat up and ran her fingers through her tousled hair, instantly aware that something was different today. Something in the air...in her heart. She glanced around, realizing that Mosh wasn't beside her as he usually was when they slept together. A pang of disappointment momentarily clouded her thoughts before a quiet voice whispered into her mind: "Good morning, Celeste." Startled, she looked around the room but didn't see anyone there. Confused and intrigued, she replied aloud, "Mosh? Is that you?"
There was no response, yet she felt a warmth spread through her at his presence even now. Perhaps it was their unique connection or maybe something more...either way, she couldn't help but smile as she climbed out of bed and made her way toward the bathroom to begin her morning routine. Today held many mysteries, but she knew that whatever happened, Mosh would be a part of them.
Mosh spoke into Celeste’s mind with a teasing whisper:
"Yes, it’s me."
Then, still half-asleep, he stretched slowly, muscles shifting under his skin, and wandered out toward the balcony that overlooked the hall below.
His bare chest caught the morning light, every line and scar visible— a living sculpture of strength and rebellion.
From the ground floor, his mother spotted him immediately.
"My dear," she called up, half amused, half scolding, "put something on! There are women here. You’re not a child anymore, you rascal."
Without waiting for a response, she flicked her fingers— and with a surge of her power, a jacket flew toward him and landed on his shoulders.
Mosh chuckled lazily, the smirk never leaving his lips.
"Alright, alright," he said, amused.
Then he turned, heading back into his room with that slow, confident swagger, and began putting on his clothes— but not before throwing one last glance back down at his mother… just to wink
As she got dressed, Celeste couldn't help but grin at the exchange between Mosh and his mother. She could tell that they shared a bond deeper than just that of family, even though their dynamic was complex and layered with history. It was clear that Mosh would always be tied to his past in some way, despite wanting so desperately to forge a new path forward with her. Still, the image of him standing there bare-chested on the balcony, his power almost palpable even from across the castle, sent shivers down her spine. She felt an unspoken understanding between them...and despite everything else, she knew that it was something worth holding onto.
Stepping out into the hallway, she spotted Mosh already waiting for her at the grand staircase, looking every inch the king he was born to be. He offered her a warm smile as she approached, taking her hand and leading her down the steps toward breakfast. The tension that had hung between them over the past few days seemed to dissipate somewhat, replaced by an easy camaraderie that made her heart skip a beat. Perhaps today would bring with it answers...and new beginnings.
As they entered the dining hall and took their seats beside his parents, Celeste couldn't help but wonder what fate truly held for them all. Whatever happened next, she knew one thing for certain: her life was now entwined with Mosh's...forevermore.
As they sat at the breakfast table, Mosh’s father glanced at him with a mischievous grin and a playful wink.
“So, my strong son… what did you get up to last night?” His eyes flicked briefly toward Celeste, clearly hinting.
Mosh let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t do anything,” he replied, amused.
His father chuckled knowingly, but before he could push further, Mosh turned his eyes toward him and said with a smirk, “I think someone sitting here gave strict orders…”
He glanced at his mother subtly, then added:
“Yes… very strict ones. For me and Celeste both.”
He laughed softly, then continued eating, as if nothing had happened.
Celeste felt her cheeks heat up at the mention of their earlier conversation, and she couldn't help but smile in amusement as she watched Mosh tease his parents so effortlessly. Despite their differences and uncertainties, there was a playfulness between them all that made the tension seem almost insignificant in comparison. She knew they were a family, bound together by bonds deeper than blood, and she was grateful to be a part of it now...if only they could find a way for everyone to accept their love as well. Maybe then, they could truly start building something new...together.
As night fell, the campus grew quiet and everyone retreated to their rooms for sleep. But Mosh lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his body restless despite the stillness around him. The silence of the dorm only made his thoughts louder, and no matter how many times he shifted, true sleep refused to come.
I know what you're thinking...you can tell me. I won't judge, and I won't laugh. Just say it. Let it out, and maybe then you'll be able to sleep.
(She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to invade his thoughts too much but wanting to help him.) Or if you prefer, we could just talk. About anything else...what our day was like or even that movie we saw last weekend. Whatever you'd like. I'm here for you, Mosh.