Prince Liam's P.O.V
My eyes were closed tight as I rested in the soft chair. The fireplace burned brightly a few feet away. As I slept, the image of a beautiful woman came to my mind. The woman I had found earlier; my mate. Her hair hung down and softly blew in the wind from the balcony she was sitting on. 'So beautiful', I thought before positioning myself between her curvy thighs. Her body emitted so much heat, heat that I hadn't felt from a mortal in so long. The heat of a beating heart. Her life was so precious and I would protect it at all costs. My cold hands went up and caressed her small, smooth cheeks before picking her up bridal style and bringing her into my- our room. I gently laid her on the bed and got on top.
"My Prince!" Sir Thomas shouted, awakening me.
My eyes flew open.
"My lord, have you satisfied you're thirst recently?" He questioned.
"No, but it is fine." I replied. "What is it you need?"
He moved from the middle of the doorway over to me. His black armor clanking as he did. He moved his helmet into his left hand before addressing me again.
"You must have something before you set off on this one." He stated.
I starred, examining his somber eyes. I leaned forward on the chair and motioned for him to continue. He nodded, continuing.
"She's taken off."
"Who?" I asked nervously.
"Amethyst. It seems she's been moved to another location. One that most of our kind would not..."
"Would not what, Thomas?" I insisted.
"Would not be able to get into. There's a barrier on it." He explained.
I laughed. Standing up I walked over and laid a hand on his armed shoulder.
"It is blocked from all others. Not the Royals, my friend." I said.
I walked towards the fireplace and turned toward him, holding up the ring.
"You see, this ring is much more powerful than you'd think it is. It can do so much." I said, running one finger over it.
"She is my mate and no one is going to take her away from me. I do...