The Blood Queen Who Walked Away

I was at the Blood Registry office to reissue my Blood Covenant Certificate with Lord Ethan when the registrar looked up at me and said,

“Your Blood Covenant Certificate is forged.”

“There is no record of your bond in the vampire consort system.”

I froze.

“That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I registered my union with Lord Ethan five years ago. Please check again.”

The clerk searched once more.

“Lord Ethan’s record is here,” he said calmly.

“His lawful consort is Ella.”

Ella?

The name fell like a blade.

Before he said it, I still hoped it was a clerical mistake.

But Ella… was his childhood companion.

In that moment, everything made sense.

In five years, he had never marked me.

He had publicly acknowledged me as his Blood Queen, letting the entire Coven believe I stood beside him by right.

He had given me titles, a throne at his side, and a crown to wear in front of the world.

Titles can be announced. Only the Registry makes it law.

The certificate he gave me had been nothing but a beautiful lie.

The five years I believed were happiness—

were nothing more than a carefully forged illusion.

An illusion crafted to keep me obedient, grateful, and blind.

If none of it was ever truly mine,

if even the title of “Blood Queen” was only a performance,

then leaving should be easy.

I returned to the manor shrouded in night, the forged Blood Covenant Certificate still clutched in my trembling hands.

A Blood Covenant Certificate is the official decree granted to every vampire couple who completes the Crimson Bond Rite. It was the document that proved I was his wife in the eyes of our world.

Without it, I was nothing.

I forced down the chill rising in my chest, but before I could push open the doors, I heard Ethan’s voice drifting from the study, low and deliberate, speaking with his adjutant.

“My Lord, it has been five years. Will you not complete the formal registration with Lady Vivienne?”

My hand froze on the handle. Even my breath ceased.

After a brief pause, Ethan’s voice answered, calm and controlled.

“Not yet. Ella carries only a trace of vampire blood from generations ago. In our world, that means she has no protection, no name, no power.”

The adjutant hesitated.

“But Lady Vivienne has no official entry in the Blood Registry. If she ever learns the truth, she could leave at any time.”

There was a moment of silence before Ethan spoke again, firm and unyielding.

“Ella bore me a daughter. I am obligated to protect them. As for Vivienne, she loves me too deeply to walk away. She severed ties with her Coven to be with me. She has nowhere else to go.”

The truth split open in that instant, and something inside me tore with it.

Years ago, my father had vehemently opposed my union with Ethan, who had not yet inherited the title of Lord. As a daughter of the Royal Court, I was not meant to wed beneath my rank.

Yet I chose love over bloodline and severed my ties to my birth Coven to follow him into the territory of the Nightfall Dominion. What I had believed to be devotion had now become the very chain that bound me.

The shock hit me like a physical blow, and the world went dark.

When I regained consciousness, Ethan was kneeling before me, gripping my hands with visible concern.

“Why weren’t you careful? Are you hurt?”

He cupped my face.

He brushed my hair back.

For five years, I had lived inside the illusion he built for me, never once questioning its foundation.

I clutched his hand, still unwilling to believe that the man who once whispered eternal vows into my hair could have deceived me. Perhaps it truly was a clerical error in the Blood Registry. Perhaps he did not know.

Clinging to the last fragile thread of hope, I spoke softly.

“Ethan, I seem to have misplaced my Blood Covenant Certificate. Should we go and re-register our bond?”

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before composure returned. He turned slightly away from my gaze and dismissed it as a trivial matter that the adjutant could handle, urging me to rest instead.

I closed my eyes and nodded slowly, though my heart was sinking deeper with each breath.

Just as he seemed about to say more, his phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw the name—Ella.

Almost instinctively, he released my hands and answered with warmth and urgency.

“Don’t worry. I’m on my way.”

At the same moment, the Saint Nocturne Orphanage, operated under my former Coven’s patronage, called to inquire whether I still intended to proceed with Mia’s adoption, as another vampire couple had expressed interest.

Holding myself together by sheer force of will, I drove there.

From a distance, I saw Ethan standing at the entrance. Before I could approach, a slender figure rushed forward and threw herself into his arms.

“Ethan, you’re finally here. Please help Mia. I can’t let her be taken away. I don’t want her calling someone else mother and father.”

I stood frozen, watching the woman he gathered so tenderly into his embrace.

Ella.