Any Story LGBTQ+ Paranormal/Supernatural Romance

Charles quickly moved away from the doors as soon as the Sire Jazz turned to leave. Looked as if Prince Daro formed his own lower ranks. Why, though? Those who stepped up kept the same, except for guards. Guards were considered loyal only to those whom they served under; therefore, they would never serve a new leadership. Did he think that would be the case since he never met any of the members of those who served under his father? Still, he agreed to me being his guard and knew I was his father’s Sire.

What was he up to? Did I need to report this to . . .

Footsteps came toward my door, drawing me from my thoughts and straight to the mirror in front of me. There were bags under my eyes. Man, no one would take a second look at me. I’d surely worked too hard over the last three or four months. Looked as if my hard work paid off; I got promoted. Yet, still doing guard work.

There was a small huff, then the footsteps faded away, and a door shut. I laid down the brush I’d picked up and moved over to the closest, opening the door, stepping in. I pressed the secret panel, and the back of the closet slid open. Dust and spider webs greeted me. I shoved aside the spider webs, walking into the passageway, waving my hands in front of me as the dust fell along with the spider webs. I made it to the end of the passage, sliding aside the peekhole into the Prince’s room. He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands in his head. He looked as if something really bothered him. Maybe he despised whatever he was up to. Maybe he wasn’t doing it willingly. That had to be it. He was being forced to act against the Castle. He finally crawled under the covers, cutting the light off. I headed back to my room, changing into a pair of sweats, and spreading out on the bed.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep when he heard a noise outside the room. He was up and out of the room, behind two guys, one of whom was the guy Prince Daro called Sire Jazz. I grabbed them both and slung them through the double doors to Prince Daro’s rooms.