MissTeaK is tall & graceful, she stands in a fluid motion, effortless & turns to face the looming entrance of the great family castle. There standing in the shadows of the doorway, she sees him. She lets out a small gasp, her heart skips a beat & she feels the heat rise to her face as she recognises her King.
Their eyes meet and she takes in the look of concern and love that shows there, the little furrow that creases his brow and the stern look upon his strong featured face. He is a handsome man, a strong man in all ways. His presence demands respect of those that look upon him. He is a King amongst men & will always be. MissTeaK knows him for the man he is, a man that loves her as no other ever has or ever will.
"MissTeaK, my Queen, you called upon the Goddess. What troubled you so that you would need her here?" he speaks the ancient language of the vampire with a strong dialect upon his tongue, it is a passionate voice, deep and exotic to the ear.
"Oh my King in your absence we have lost my sister and her followers to the one they call the Disdain. My lord I so yearn for her return and word of her safe being." MissTeaK moves towards the dark steps upon which her King stands, holding her hands out towards him, she awaits the feel of his arms around her and lets herself be carried into the great castle.
"My love," whispers King Wincent "you are safe, our family is safe. We cannot, we must not mourn those that follow Disdain of their own free will."
MissTeaK looks into his eyes & knows that what he says is true. She sighs and feels herself weaken from the excursion of her rituals.
"You are cold & tired my Queen, come let me warm you by the fire and bring your Saviour for your nourishment" he chuckles, "for even Vampire Queens must look after themselves my love."
He lays her gently upon a couch of luxuriate velvet, brushes his lips against hers & softly runs the back of his fingers across the smooth pale skin of her cheek. MissTeaK closes her eyes and feels the lull of his magic take her down into the deep rest that she needs.
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