His eerie, lime-green eyes caught me in the mirror. "Airell!" He cried. "I know you hear me!" I rolled my own eyes. "I don't know, Aiden. We'll find out when we get there!"

  "I hope his cock is big." He murmured, making me turn scarlet. "Oh come off it! You're an incubus, sex is your thing." I sighed and strapped on my boots. "Are you ready to go yet? You've been looking at yourself in that portal long enough."

He groaned and reversed his spell on the bowl of water, turning it into a non-floating liquid again. "If his dick is too small, you want to go out for a pint? I know a great bar, good food, good ale, cute guys..." He winked. "You know I don't like ale, it's too bitter."

  "Oh fine, we'll get you a girl drink. Let's go. Zain!"

The grumpy familiar stumbled into the room with a few aggravated yowls. "Who's a cute boy?" He cooed, practically forcing a dried sardine down the cat's throat. Zain growled low in his throat, swiping at Aiden's face. "Oh, you little! I suppose I deserve that..." He used a spare rag I made just for Zain's ferocity. 

  Zain changed from his cat form, turning into the dark and tall man that was definitely recognizable in Ireland. "Stop feeding me that," he growled. "I'm a man, I can feed myself!"

 "Oh sure," Sarcasm dripped from every word. Aiden bopped Zain on the head with his hand, forcing him back into cat mode. Aiden turned around and grabbed a violet cloak that covered me from head to toe. "So no one sees your horns." He whispered, gently buttoning the cloak on me.  "Off we go!" Aiden chirped, skipping to the door. I closed the door behind us, as Aiden enchanted it, cursing any trespassers a slow and merciless death. "You might get woozy." He warned me, seconds before he clasped my hand in his own. I gasped and clenched my eyes shut as we suddenly traveled through space and time.

  "We're here," he pinched my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped in astonishment. Thousands of men, women, and children had gathered in the stone castle of Scotland to see the Prince's coronation. Aiden used his sassy mouth and over-the-top threats to get us to the front of the crown, where the King stood on a platform, holding his crown carefully in his aging hands. The walkway to the stage was a maroon carpet, lined with royal entrance fanfare men, in their fanciest tunics and tights.

 "The Prince has arrived!"

Immediately, the fanfare started, playing triumphantly on their instruments. 

My eyes locked in on the Prince as my heart seemed to stop in my chest. 

 Blue eyes on a beautifully structured face, clean and shiny red hair, redder than blood, and the most dazzling smile.

 Then he stared at me.

We both seemed to be entranced in each other's eyes, since his father cleared his throat, causing the prince to speed up. 

"He's...my soulmate," I murmured to Aiden. "I just found my soulmate!" Aiden clapped quietly. "Get that royal D." My face scrunched up at him. 

  "Loyal subjects," a deep voice boomed. "I would like to thank you all for your presence at my son's coronation. Bram, please kneel in front of me." The prince complied, kneeling as the crown was placed on his head, and a scepter thrust into his hand. Everyone clapped and cheered for the Prince's crowning, the crowd slowly parting now that the main event was over. 

 I stumbled to the prince after Aiden's rough shove. "Hello, soulmate." he purred. My eyes caught sight of the elegant fangs that nicked his bottom lip. 

A vampire.

"May I ask you to dance?"  He held out his hand. I giggled and took it with glee. 

 Gosh, every moment was precious to me.

  We have had our relationship for a few months now, and he has been getting a bit...touchy. 

"Fornicating is healthy." he had moaned into my ear, gingerly pulling on my tunic. I had finally given in to his pleas and had enjoyed every millisecond of our lovemaking. Every touch, thrust, kiss, and sweet nothings whispered into the warm summer night.  

Only for it to abruptly end the next morning. 

  "Did you think I cared?" He laughed. 

"I am a Prince, not a lowly incubus harlot like yourself."

"I am to be married this morning. I wouldn't want Freya to have to know that I have tainted our sheets with your filth."

 I had cried and sobbed and pleaded, my heart breaking into a million jagged pieces. 

I had cried even harder on Aiden's shoulder when I realized I was pregnant with his bastard. 

"Do you want to get rid of it?" He asked softly. "I'd make it as quick and painless as possible."

I vehemently shook my head. 

"No. I want my child."

A few months later, I screamed as Aiden cut into me with his magic to release my baby from the cavern of my body. I watched with blurry eyes as Aiden swiftly washed and wrapped my child, handing it to me.

I laughed as the baby touched its palm to my cheek. "A boy." Aiden smiled. "For our testosterone-filled house." My son had my eyes, dark, rich green, but a mop of mussy, curly red hair, like his father. 

"You are Cael." I kissed his temple. "The heir to the Scottish throne."