A Surprising Twist!

Blake was talking to Ivy McKnight on his cell phone that day. He heard that she was pregnant and even growing quite close to a young fellow named Mason. Blake didn't like the idea of his former Queen going steady with another, and even confronted her about it.

Blake "So what's this about you and Mason?"
Ivy "Leave him out of this. How did you find me?"
Blake hissed. "Is this why you left me, for a human? I have my ways. I can find anyone. So what is this I hear, you're pregnant?"
Ivy "No I left because you told me you didn't care about those vampires attacking my mother! And he's not human. He's born vampire, so stronger than you. Did I never tell you that born vampires are automatically stronger than turned ones such as yourself? I didn't find out until recently, and how was I supposed to notify you about it when you're in that big castle!"
Blake "I could take him. You could've found me. Either way, I moved from that old castle. I moved to a smaller version."
Ivy "And what of the servents and slaves?"
Blake "I kept one slave." He grinned.
Ivy "What happened to that white-haired woman we had prisoned?"
Blake looked down at Victoria, the baby resulting from the woman Ivy mentioned.
Blake "Oh I took care of her. She didn't have much fight left in her." He tickled his daughter with a pale and bony finger. She giggled and looked up at her father with big bright pink eyes.
Ivy "So what should we name the baby?"
Blake "If that's suitable."
Ivy "I like Dartay."
Blake thought it over for a minute, knowing that would be for a son or daughter.
Blake "I do too." Blake sighed and hit the end button. How could he deal with having Ivy's son/daughter, the true heir, running around? Victoria and Dylan could never take the throne, since their blood isn't fully royal. Though he needed the heir here with him, so he could live and grow up into his birth-rite. Ivy wouldn't allow single-custody, he knew. He would have to share.

Blake put Victoria in her crib beside his throne.

He glared at his son and gripped his arm harshly. He pulled him up from the throne chair and glared at him. His son shot back the same cold stare.
Blake "Dylan, how many times have I told you!? No sitting on my throne. You will never sit on it in your life."
Dylan "You can't keep me from my birth-rite! I'm the first born. So when you die, it's mine, Old Man."
Blake "Actually, it's your brother's or sister's."
Dylan "Brother? Are you delusional? Victoria isn't first born, so ha!"
Blake "Boy, I could dispose of you like your good-for-nothing-mother!"

Elaine, Dylan's mother, knew all too well what Blake said he could do, was true. She feared for her son's life, even if she never meant for his life to be lived at all. She loved her son, but knew with him as a rebellious vampire-child, he hardly had a spot for her. She watched their argument continue on.
Dylan "And you think I care what you do to that human?"
Blake smirked. Good traits for a heir to have, too bad Dylan couldn't be heir with a full-blood alive.
Blake "I think you'll be happy to know that Ivy is pregnant with a full-blood."
Dylan's mouth gaped open. He knew what that meant.

Elaine was hurt by her son's words, but knew that that wouldn't give her a reason to stop working. She had even more work now because of the lack of other slaves and servents. She hoped to get more help soon. She sighed and picked the apples from their limbs. She could hardly believe how long she'd been here, and how she got in this situation. Maybe one day she could be set free. She smiled.

Dylan went out to the little corral they had beside the castle. He sat down on the bright green grass and looked down at the small pony next to him. He smiled and stuck out his arms, wrapping them around the animal's neck. "At least you're here for me," he said. "I don't really hate Mom, but sometimes Dad can be so cruel. I wonder if she knows that?" he sighed. "I can't afford to show any weakness toward my unclaimed father." He squinted his eyes in disgust and looked the pony in it's deep brown orbs. He hugged it again and petted it's muzzle. "At least you're here for me," Dylan repeated.