Inside the royal vampire palace, Vincenzo sat with his brother Marcus, sipping tea after discussing the matter his father, Noah, had asked him.
"What are you thinking about?" Marus asked when he saw his brother deep in his thoughts.
Vincenzo shook his head before taking another sip of his drink.
"I recently t a girl," He said after a drawn-out sigh, his words piquing Marcus’s curiosity.
He didn’t say anything, waiting for his brother to continue speaking. However, when Vincenzo didn’t say anything further, Marcus spoke again.
"So it’s about a girl, huh? And here I thought you were celibate. You know how to get attracted to girls, too," Marcus comnted, earning a glare from his brother that made him smile in return.
"It’s complicated, Marcus. There’s sothing different about her. I have t her twice, but I haven’t been able to pinpoint what it is. When I am with her, I hear her voice in my head -" Vincenzo paused, unsure how to explain the feeling.
Marcus sat straight this ti. He could see that this wasn’t sothing worth joking and his brother might be falling for real.
"Like a mind-link?" He asked, but Vincenzo shook his head.
It wasn’t a mind link. It was a weird connection, though. He could hear her voice in his head, but the words that she speaks are always different—like a sense of Deja Vu hitting his head. However, the funny thing is he is sure he has never t her before.
As he explained his dilemma to Marcus, he could see the guy falling deep in his thoughts.
"What’s her na? Let see if I can get so inside information on her," Marcus said, but Vincenzo took another deep breath.
What was her na? How could he really get inside information on a witch princess?
Vincenzo told him it was a witch he was talking about, and what Marcus said left him speechless.
"Does that witch happen to be a University girl nad Elliana?" Marcus asked, and Vincenzo froze for a second.
"Have you t her?" he asked, and Marcus nodded before telling him he was there to take classes and how she had acted completely obvious to his presence and gotten a punishnt from him. He had felt sothing similar and wondered if it was a witchy aura that was making him feel like that or if it was related to sothing. However, he soon forgot about it because he had no other encounter with her.
Vincenzo fell deep in thought. How was it possible that literally everyone was feeling a bond with this girl? And why were Sebastian’s feelings the strongest among them when the guy nearly hated witches and tried to stay away from them?
He even went as far as going to the white witch kingdom just for her. What the hell was going on for real?
It would’ve been okay if only one of them was feeling such a thing, but now that they could see all of them who were eting her were feeling this, wasn’t this matter worth adding the elders in?
"What do you think? Should we ask sister Ella about it? Among the entire family, she has been the only one who has had so kind of witch interaction in the past. Maybe she will be able to give us so plausible, believable answers?" Marcus asked, and after contemplating for so ti, they finally decided to et her.
Ella’s house wasn’t too far from the royal palace, and they reached in no ti.
Seeing their elder sister feeding her baby, they couldn’t help wondering how coincidental it was that her daughter’s na was Eli.
Ella, who was surprised by their sudden arrival, looked at the two of them with raised brows as she saw them glaring at her daughter.
"What has gotten into the two of you?" She signed to them as translated by the maid beside her before patting her baby’s back to help her sleep.
Marcello, who had gone out to deal with the Black Market supply, returned and looked at the two princes before nodding at them.
"What brings the princes here?" he mused, knowing that these days, whenever they appear in their house, it’s all because they want to et his cute little daughter, who has taken the attention of the entire family.
She was exceptional, being the first child in the entire family. No one was sparring her from showering her with their love, and he couldn’t help but feel happy.
Marcus looked at Vincenzo, unsure how to address the issue, and the man in question rolled his eyes.
"Sister Ella, we have a few questions that have been bugging us for so ti. We wondered if you could help us. It’s a matter that we can discuss with you only," Vincenzo explained, and Ella looked at her fast-asleep daughter before nodding.
She went into the room and placed her daughter in her little bed before closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar so she could hear her cries if the baby cried at night.
"Tell , what’s the matter?" She asked with a smile after bringing so vegetables from the kitchen so she could cut them at the sa ti.
Vincenzo looked at his brother, who wasn’t helping, and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He wouldn’t have co here if he had known that Marcus wouldn’t participate. He wasn’t that eager to learn these answers.
He shook his head before looking at his sister. Now that they were already here, it was better to ask it and get it over with rather than delaying things.
"It’s about a witch," Vincenzo said one thing at a ti to let the information digest.
Ella, who heard the word witch after a really long ti and was caught off-guard, accidentally sliced her finger, making her brothers look at her concerned.
Ella shook her head to control her feelings. What was she thinking about? Her heart ached terribly.
"Excuse ," she said, standing from her place and entering the room. Her hands trembled as she stood by the gate, her mind in disbelief at what she heard.
Marcello, who slt her blood and rushed inside, looked at the two brothers to find out what happened.
’I am not sure. We just ntioned the word witch, and she ended up like that," Marcus said, feeling slightly guilty about bothering their sister now.
On the other hand, Duke Marcello froze and didn’t know what to say anymore.
This wasn’t the first ti he heard this word in the household. His wife has cried many tis while ntioning this one species. Though she never tells him what makes her cry, what is wrong with the people of this species, or if they hurt her in any way, this topic was a reason for his wife’s heartache and crying nights many tis.
Thus, he could see and understand why sothing like this had happened.
"Give her so ti, and she will be alright," Marcello said, and the prince nodded. They were about to tell him they were sorry for hindering their night and asked if he could extend his apologies to their sister, and they should leave when Ella returned with a small bandage on her finger.
She probably used that bandage to make it look like she went inside to treat the wound even when their healing powers didn’t need it. However, no one comnted on it.
"You were saying sothing about the witches. What’s the matter?" Ella asked, trying her best to control her emotions.
Maybe she was overthinking a bit too much. They signed the peace treaty with the witches long ago. Perhaps they wanted to ask sothing related to any other witch or sothing like that. There was no use bringing and thinking about that one person every ti the word witch was ntioned.
It was hard for her. Because of her pregnancy, those spells hadn’t worked on her, and because of that, she rembered almost everything about the girl who saved her life repeatedly. Though she didn’t rember the details of the war to much extent and why things ended up like that, she rembered her boss, Glory, who raised her like a baby even when she was just a human initially.
It was all her respect for her that she nad her daughter Eli.
Tears brimd her eyes again. She had so much to offer to her boss, so much to take care of, but who would’ve thought she would die like this? She died to protect her brother, and the funny thing was, her brother didn’t even rember anything about the sacrifice of a girl who gave up on everything for him.
Was there anything more cruel than this? She shook her head.
"Well, recently, we t a witch who has arrived in our kingdom under -" Vincenzo told Ella everything about what was happening and what was bothering them.
The more Ella heard, the more shocked she felt, and by the ti Vincenzo spoke, she was nearly crying.
"What did you say her na was?" Ella asked, her heart beating at the pace of a bullet train.
"Elliana Minerva. That’s what she said," Vincenzo said, and Ella felt her world stopping for a second.
There was no way there were two Ellaina Minerva in the world. She was the only witch princess with the na, and the fact that she was alive and finally here made her unable to imagine it. Her happiness was at its peak, and she looked around helplessly.
Duke Marcello, who had gone to freshen up while the siblings talked, returned and could feel the anxiousness of his wife through the bond.
"Hey, what’s wrong, baby?" Marcello cupped her cheeks, and Ella shook her head.
"I want to et her," she signed anxiously, and Marcello, who had learned sign language, didn’t need the maid’s translation.
"et who, baby? Who were you guys talking about?" Marcello looked at the prince as his wife cried in his arms, her strong reaction making the two princes feel strange.
Everyone in their family felt so emotion or another when it concerned that girl, but their sister’s reaction was definitely the strongest of all.
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