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Spoils of War [Rayn_Chain]

She was rather startled that he continued in trying to get her to do such a thing to him, feeling him place the blade in her hand on the other hand had a different effect, she soon remembered lesson’s with her mother when she was a child, maybe around seven or eight years old and her mother was teaching her to fight rapier, she found that so fascinating to her that even when she grew she had used her light cane to practice with, in hopes that someone would find a cure for her so she could see once again, but soon her people had lost sight of trying to cure her vision and let her be the way she was.

Instead she shook her head a small smile coming to her lips as she set the blade down, but her hand remained on his chest as she spoke, her right hand brushing away her tears as she calmed down, her voice no longer raspy from her crying, instead her soft voice could be heard, the one that she would sing with and talk to others with. “No, your right, others would have done everything you have to my people, taken and enslaved them, but you are incorrect about what would happen with me. This has not been the first time I have been confronted by an enemy, one my caravan was attacked and everyone killed, except myself, and seeing that I was blind the men actually left me alone and to sit in the wreckage instead of harming me, I really don’t know why, but I always felt so hurt for them doing that, if I had my sight they would not have thought twice about taking me with them.” She said and with a sigh she calmed down more.

“I’m sorry for my reaction, but the tears were my own way of letting it out, and calming myself down, and I thank you for that, because I know some would rather just walk away instead of do what you have.” She said before looking up at where his voice was coming from. “But if I may make a request, instead of striking you, I would hope that maybe you could instead allow me to burry my family, instead of leaving them there like that, in disrespect for the dead.” She asked softly, remembering where her mother was buried and that was where the rest of her family would have been buried all together, but now they hung from the towers naked, something that she could only imagine. “No one would have to know about it if you are concerned for your reputation, but please allow me burry my family.” She asked, her body trembling, but hoping he would at least consider her request.
 
Francis wondered what went through her mind when he placed that blade in her hand. Curious to know if she was leaning towards the option or thought of stabbing him to her hearts content. Would she go for his heart? Most humans believed that was the way to kill their kind or would she attempt to slice his head off? Granted that would surely kill him and maybe the only thing she could do with that blade to end him. Something he also wouldn't allow to happen. He would rather be mortal than allow a human to bring him to his death.

However she had decided against it and even placed his blade down. Only a handful of those he enslaved would actually go through with it with hopes of finding a weak point. She had went against it which made him wonder why, but he wouldn't ask her. Instead he listened to her stating she agreed with him and the story she told him about a previous attack. Throughout it all he wondered if his blood could bring her sight back, though he knew if it did it would only be for a moment. His blood could heal the wounds of humans so he found the thought of seeing if it would work for her eyes.

If so he wouldn't waste such a reward or gift so soon, she would have to earn something like that.

Francis found himself taken back by her request and what was more strange she was asking to do it. Though there was something that struck him as odd. How was she going to go about burying them with her blindness and how could she manage something without damaging his reputation. He had the thought that she was trying to test the limit of his kindness but he figured to at least humor her. "Three things first." He began as his hand moved to place his finger to her chin so he could lift her head to their eyes could meet. Though he hadn't forgot about her blindness.

"How do you plan to get out there to bury them? How do you expect me to allow you to leave with an escort and still keep it a secret? And if I was to grant this request, what is in it for me?" Francis asked her with a single raised brow as he held her chin with his index and thumb.
 
From the silence she could tell he was thinking about it and bit her lip nervously as she waited for some sort of reply from him, but when she felt him grasp her chin she instantly looked in his direction hearing his words the first two she thought about for a moment as she tried to maul it over. Then she thought of something, “What about taking a few of my towns people with and having them assist in it if you like, and for who you are why would anyone question why you are going back to that place? But I don’t know, maybe you could come up with some excuse for wanting to go back, like a summer home or something for yourself to get away from everything once and a while, and maybe as a place to go and relax, I don’t really know, but you are far faster and stronger than any of them and could kill anyone who tried to get away. If need be I would dig the graves with my bare hands if I must, and why would you need someone to escort me? You could very well go with as well, say you may tidy up the place for your own reasons.” She said, trying to think of anything that could be used as a reason.

But as the thought over the second question she shook her head, shrugging slightly, “I-I really don’t know what you would want, you have everything you could want and if you don’t you could probably just take it, so I don’t know if there is anything this blind girl could offer you that would appeal to you.” She said, even sex was pointless since if he really wanted to deflower her he could simply do it right there and with little difficulty.

“Unless there is something you already have in mind that you want that you may want from me or my family,” She said, wondering if he already had something in mind, but being unable to see his face she could not tell if he had some thoughts of his own. She took slow deep breaths to steady her shaking body, remembering that she was naked under that cloak and he was the only one in the room with her at the moment. So of course she felt vulnerable sitting there in front of him.
 
True that he didn't have to explain himself to anyone or worry about having to defend himself. He was the prince of vampires, but there was someone he had to give reason to. Someone a spy or rat could go to and tell every detail of his whereabouts for fun or for some type of reward. She knew better than anyone that even while sitting at the top you weren't completely safe and worry free. But he of course had little that he feared or concerned himself with. He did know he could take her out of the castle with little need as to why and he did have an excuse in case his father found out.

He just wanted to see what reasons she had come up with. It was almost like a proof of her determination to return back to her castle and bury her family. He liked the reasons she was coming up with which placed a smile on his face as he listened to her. Though he realized something was strange, noticing how she placed herself close to him with little problem. It was clear this girl was smart which was something he liked since he rarely took so much time to listen to one of his slaves. He was very much interested in her which he found odd in and of itself, but he would keep that to himself.

Francis raised a brow at what she said to his other question and once again she was right. With his power and position that was little he couldn't take but that in itself could grow boring. He rarely came across someone who willing gave to him with little thought as to what they would get in return. Eva and Ava happen to be that rare case which is why they hold a position of such freedom. He did find himself trying to figure out what it was she could give him. What she currently held that could actually do him some service even if it was truly nothing.

For a minute her necklace came into his mind. He had noticed it dangling from around her neck but then he realized it would aid him in no way. "I actually find myself at a lost of words. There happen to be many things I could ask for from you. Your complete submission and obedience, maybe have you willingly give me your body, or I could take that necklace of yours." He began like he was almost just teasing her with the things he could take. "Instead we shall do this. You will give me an I-owe-you. In the future I will call upon this favor and regardless of what it is, you will comply. Is that fair?" The Prince found himself asking though in truth didn't have the slightest clue as to what it would be.
 
Hearing his response she nodded and toward his words she nodded, until he commented about her necklace and shook her head, “I would give you my obedience and willingly, my body and my soul, but I would rather die and join my family hanging from the towers and join my mother than give up her necklace to anyone, it is all I have left of her and means everything to me.” She said as she nodded, “But alright, I suppose an I-owe-you would be acceptable.” She said with a soft smile, glad that he was not as bad as she had thought. She soon began to wonder where they twins had gone since they had not returned.

Her eyes were heavy and like every other human it was far past time for her to rest, usually sleeping through the night and being active during the day, she wondered if that would change due to this new place she was in, not really sure of the vampire lore and what was true and what was false, but something did come to mind, “You have seen many things I’m sure, and if anyone I would suspect you would have seen something like this, but I was not born with my blindness, and as any other wish to see again, but the last thing I remember seeing was my garden before I went to sleep, do you know of any plants that could cause one to become blind?” She asked, knowing it would be pointless to check the garden since it had died long ago without her attending it.

She hoped that maybe the vampires would have a cure or atleast know what caused this since it had never been heard of in her family at all. Realizing that her hand was still on his chest she quickly pulled it away and gave a deep blush, of course he was the first male that she had ever come into contact with and so it was strange to her to touch him like that. Remembering the blade beside her she picked it up and with both hands offered it back to him, knowing she could use it, but would not, and she would possibly surprise him since she had never been seen fighting even though she knew a little of fencing and that was her favorite thing to do when alone in her room at the castle. “Thank you so much for accepting my request, and I don’t know if it really even matters, but my name is Ember, not Princess as others often said, but I suppose you should just call me what ever pleases you.” She said softly, remembering that she had never really introduced herself and felt odd having him see her naked without even knowing her name.
 
Francis found himself erupting into laughter at how defensive she had become over the necklace. He foresaw she wouldn't hand it over so easily, but she went so far he wouldn't had been surprised to see her grab the blade and strike at him. Like she'd take his life for even thinking to touch such a thing. It did somehow make her a bit more appealing, like it added to how cute she was. "Fair not, child. I have no interest in your necklace." He told her with a smile on his face. He shook his head some as if to shake off the last lingering affects of his amusement.

He heard what she said next which brought him to raise a brow. "Acceptable you say?" He asked since it almost sounded like she was granting him a favor of some sort. "You surely are too cute." But it seemed as soon as he said that he saw her eyelids snag down which told him completely that she was growing tired. This wasn't the first time he encountered it and they had a quick fix to allow her time to adjust to theirs. He would head over to the cabinets to the right of the room only to open the doors. He would grab a smile vile to pour it into a jewel encrusted goblet before returning to stand before her.

He paused in giving her the drink when he heard the question she asked him. For a moment he paused to let his mind trace back through his thoughts to see if he could find such a plant. He couldn't think of any plant, but he also wasn't one born with a green thumb. "I've heard of a few things, even a bug that could bring such a thing about." He told her which was the truth before adding. "At the moment I see no reason to have someone seek out a cure for you. You are merely a slave who has yet to prove her worth." Which was the sad truth, he was already granting her to bury her family and now she wanted him to make his people look for a cure.

"I make no promises that I will or it could be done. So I don't want you to be kind and obedient with false hopes." He told her while handing her the goblet as he was given her name which brought a smile to his face. "I am Francis L. Tyndall, Prince of Vampire and heir to the Kingdom of Elysium." He said while not even thinking how that could make him sound but she should know just who she was owned by. "That is who you will be calling Master. Now drink this, you'll wake as the sun goes down." He told her while placing the cup n her hand. He then took the blade from her to carry it across the room and place in its holder.
 
Sighing Ember was relieved as he said she was not interested in it and was relieved to know it would not be taken from her. But she knew this man did not take her seriously, and probably considered her a child since he was far older than her, but she was still an adult and felt a little offended by his laughing at her, making her bit her lip to prevent herself from saying anything. She knew that because of what he was he threats and temper meant nothing, let alone anything she said.

When he repeated what she had said she lowered her head a little, "I meant as in I would agree to what you said, nothing more." But when called cute her crossed her arms over her chest and her entire face went red in frustration. "Cute? I am no child, and I have been called many things, but cute has not been one since I was about five..." She said, feeling so degraded by this vampire now. She rubbed her eyes as a small yawn escaped her, showing how tired she was and waited, hearing a long silence as he did something.

Hearing the sound of a bug doing such a thing to a person she wondered if that is what could have happened to her, and without much thought she accepted the cup, being very careful as she felt the goblet. But the next thing he said seemed harsh and rather hurt her, "I was not asking for you to find a cure for me, merely if you had seen anything like this before," She said as she lowered her head to her hands, a frown on her lips, "I know I have not "proven my worth" but that is because I have just been brought here and am unsure of what you would want of me." She replied, "If you had a violin I could play that, I can sing, even clean and cook despite what my position was, so I am worth much, you just have yet to see anything and everything I can do." She said, trying to not get upset again since everything was hitting her at once in one day.

Realizing that she had probably stepped out of her bounds she quickly apologized, her fear of being punished easily noticeable in her voice, "I am very sorry for speaking in that tone, I'm just tired and very weighed down by all of this at once, please forgive me?" She asked as she clutched the goblet tightly, stopping her small body from shaking in fright knowing he could easily put her in her place and then some if he so chose, and that she did not want since she was not fond of pain. Listening to him she brought the goblet to her face and smelt it first, and out of habit, not wanting to be poisoned she looked toward where his steps were, "What is this?" She asked, very hesitant as she brought it to her lips slowly.
 
Francis had found himself on the other side of the room where he was going through his closet to get dressed. He had slaves or others that did this for him, but he couldn't stand being treated like a child. It was clear he wasn't the only one to feel that way when he heard the firm and seriousness in her voice. It meant little to him, but he did allow her to speak her mind. Unlike a human kingdom, vampires seemed to think they could speak however they wont or at least his cousin believed so. He figured the royal blood made his cousin think his voice was equal to the prince's. However her speaking out against him was a rare treat which brought a smile to his face as he finished putting on his pants and boots.

Those silent steps carried him back over to stand before her as he looked at her. "Though spoken at the wrong time, it was how I view you and not in a demeaning term or usage." His right hand rose to run those fingers of his gently through her hair before coming to rest on her chin and lifting her head once more. "I do think you're cute, even adorable. If you do not like the compliment or take it as an insult. Then so be it." He let her go while giving a shrug of his shoulders. "It isn't like we began our union on kind and respectful grounds." With that he moved from her to grab a black silk house coat that he allowed to rest over his form. He left the garment open as he turned his attention to her once more.

"Then I apologize." Francis began but paused when he realized he had actually said that. He couldn't even remember the last time he spoke that word and not addressing his father or another elder. He believed he could make no mistakes, so he went with it. "You will have to forgive me. It is rare for me to speak with someone and try to be mindful of their feelings." He began as he came back to stand before her after putting the necklace like crown around his forehead, holding his hair back a bit. "I simply didn't want to give you false hope or even have your service towards me be based purely on what I could possibly do for you." He clarified himself.

"If you grow attached to me, become completely obedient, or even began to enjoy being my servant. I want it to be genuine and not some act so I could make my people seek a cure." He went on to add. "As I said, I don't want you to think you're working towards something." He took note of the things she said she could do and surely he would put those things to the test at some point. Now wouldn't be the time however. He heard the change in her tone and looked back to her with a smile sliding across his features. "Only here is it acceptable for you to speak your mind. Around others, that tongue will get you punished." He said while leaning down to place a tender kiss onto her forehead. "Fear no, you have not angered or offended me." He assured her as he stood back up only to fasten his robe when she questioned the liquid in the goblet.

"Its a potion that puts you to sleep. It helps our human servants adjust to our time frame. It'll merely put you to sleep and you'll wake up tomorrow night." That was the complete truth. He had no desire to give her anything else to alter what or who she was. She continued to peak his curiosity.
 
For a moment there was a silence while he got dressed and then feeling his presence in front of her she instinctively leaned her head back some to look in his direction, getting a feel for how tall he was now and most likely where he was located. Shaking her head she blushed, "No it's not that, the word cute always just made me feel like a child and since a lot of the time I need aid to get around unless I know the place I have to take someone's shoulder or hand to be lead around, and I'm sorry for getting so upset over such a small thing in the first place," She said calmly blushing softly and not really realizing it. Nodding she understood what he was saying to her and smiled, "I have no intentions on asking you for a cure really since I am fine with how I am, and I won't be kind or sweet just because I am working toward something, I prefer to be kind or even caring when someone deserves it, and I will of course not be speaking like this around any others, but I am still unsure of you, since I really don't know you too well and am uncertain of what the boundaries are with you, so if I apologize for something that seems meaningless or not to great of an offense, then please forgive me, but since I can not really tell someone's expressions I don't know how they take to thing I say, and I prefer to speak the truth and my own mind instead of lying, just to seem sweet." She said softly, before feeling his hand run through her hair, actually calming her since she was in no kind of trouble with him. Feeling the cloak still over her she looked toward where the door was in the room, "The twins said they were going to get me some sort of clothing, did you stop them on there way back here?" She asked looking back toward him, sounding almost concerned for them since they were the first kind souls she had meet.

Holding the goblet she thought to herself for a moment before she bothered to even sip it, "May I ask you for something to wear to bed before I fall asleep?" She asked softly. She may have been his new toy, but she was still a female and a lady who was a virgin and so to be seen without clothing or sleep next to someone naked was a little strange to her. But she shrugged her shoulders, "If not then I can just try to ignore it." She said, knowing that what she was saying was very odd since she had hardly any effect from being shown to her people, but this man was different and she found herself very shy at the moment since it was only him in the room with her so she felt rather odd being in front of him and only a cloak to protect her.


When he spoke of forgiving him because of him having to keep her feelings in mind she smiled for the first time during this whole ordeal and shook her head, "Please don't apologize, it's a mistake that many make, and not only vampires either." She said softly, since it was very true. Sighing she shrugged her shoulders again as though forgetting something that came to mind and as much as she didn't want to say what came to mind she did, even if it did hurt her own pride, "Besides, you shouldn't be apologizing to me, and you really don't have to, taking the position that I am in and where I stand at the moment, less than a dog to you." She said, referring to what Noah had called her while on the way to his home. It hurt her to say, but from what she could tell it was true, being called cute and getting punished for speaking up made her feel very much like a dog. And with that she just wanted to get it out of her mind and sighing softly she drank from the goblet, not wishing to talk much more about it or think anymore about it tonight. She had drank all of it with ease since she was thirsty and hope to get food in the morning since she had not eaten since before they were attacked by the human forces which was hours before so she was rather hungry, but the drink would put her to sleep soon enough as she brought the goblet up to him, unsure of how long it might take to take effect on her.
 
Francis stood there as he listened to her. A smile taking a hold of his lips when he saw the blush forming on her cheeks. It was almost too much considering the red tone of her hair and the fact her face nearly maxed that color tone. He didn't allow himself to be sidetracked and forgot what she was saying. He gave her his full attention as she went on about what she thought and how she felt about being called by the word. Hearing her story and noticing her situation, he could understand her problem with it.

"You are right. A woman as beautiful as you shouldn't be called cute, it doesn't measure up." He said, agreeing with her completely on the use of the word and deciding it served no point to continue calling her it. He would still find her adorable since that happened to be one of her flaws, but he could keep it in mind not to utter the words. He stood there before the bed with his hands resting idly behind him when he noticed something that was odd. He remain silent and content as he talked with one of his slaves. Not ordered her around or punished her, but was actually carrying on with a conversation. Even with this realization he had no desire to change or it end it, it wasn't his fault he was enjoying this little talk.

A single brow would raise when he heard her mention the twins and a smile came to his face when his reply slipped from him. "I killed them." He said like it was nothing and an everyday thing only to hear her request something to wear. He moved across the room to find her a nice silk long sleeve white shirt with a small V neck like opening down the middle. It had a string to lace and tie it shut. "I am just joking with you. I could never harm those two." He assured her as he hands her the shirt so she could wear. "They were by the door waiting, but I guess they got bored. I heard them walk off some time ago." Though no one could hear inside his room, the heighten senses of the royal blood granted him that ability.

"Don't worry, some time soon you shall be sleeping naked. Today will not be that day." He had too much on his mind today to enjoy such luxury and there was no way he could perform such an act and not allow himself to fully enjoy it. In fact with his father gone and him currently in charge, she may have the next few weeks or so without having to worry about that. When he heard what she said next and she held some points there but he could not agree to them completely. "Outside of this room I am the vampire prince. But allow me to just be Francis in here." He told her. It was basically like he was asking her to not force him to have to remain perfect and flawless within his own chamber. That was something he hoped she could understand.

Once he leaves these four walls he has to be someone people feared and respected, someone who sat so far above that no one could reach. Here he could relax and allow himself to forget about the task at hand, his own oasis. However when she referred to herself lower than a dog, that didn't sit well with him. He didn't recall using that word to describe her and as far as he saw it, if he didn't say it then it didn't exist. "During the infancy of your kind, you all sat near the bottom of the food chain. Now humanity is number three in the rankings." He thought to tell her as he took the goblet to place it back on the shelf.

"And don't forget that Cerberus also happens to be a dog, but one few dare to challenge." He moved to the door where he undid the latches and swung it open. There he paused as he looked to her. "Regardless of what you are, you are owned by one of the most powerful creatures in the world. But I assure you, I'll show you a dog tomorrow." A grin came to form on his face as he moved to the other side of the door. "Sleep well, safety and rest is all you will find in this room." Letting her know that no one will harm her. With that he closed the door to tend to his duties.
 
Looking up toward his words she smiled, shaking her head, you can call me what ever you want, cute just makes me feel a little odd." She giggled softly before listening to what else he said, she too realized in her own mind that he still had yet to order her to do much of anything and it was nice to speak to him since it made her relaxed and feel a little more comfortable with him and everything that was going on and that would be happening. Receiving the shirt she smiled happily and without a moment delay she put it on, finding that it barely came down to cover her more sensitive and private areas. Sliding under the covers of the bed she could feel herself getting tired and did not want to have to have him tuck her in to the bed.

Her jaw dropped as she heard him say he killed them, but was relieved that he had been joking. Sighing she relaxed and listened and wondered what kind of clothing she would be required to wear since most of her clothing was all very appropriate and she only hoped that it was not too slutty or revealing. "I'm not to sure how comfortable with sleeping naked next to you I would be, nothing against you, I mean you are an attr-" But she stopped in mid sentence shaking her head and placing her hand over her mouth, "What I meant was that I was taught to be a lady and ladies don't do that." She said quickly hoping he had not caught what she was about to say to him. "What should I call you then? I heard what the girls called you and I would rather get use to it so I don't say the wrong thing outside of this room." She asked softly. Lowering her she she sighed, "Yes but Cerberus was also a three headed hell hound and not something to be toyed with, me on the other hand..." She trailed off as she began feeling very tired and quick. Hearing what he said before leaving the room she frowned and asked before falling asleep, "What do you mean? You'll show me a real dog?" She asked, knowing her could easily break her when she woke if he chose since she had heard stories of how vampires turned humans into loyal and silent pets, obeying their masters like dogs in a sense, and she flinched at the thought of him doing such a thing to her hoping he would not do something like that.

Finally the former princess fell asleep, in a dreamless sleep for the most part, except for a few times where she had nightmares of everything she had heard around her that day and other's words ringing in her head, before calming herself and falling back into a rather nice sleep.
 
A pleasant smile rested on the Prince's face as he listened to her. He gave a shrug of his shoulders like he could go either way with whatever it was. "I may not call you cute, I haven't decided." He told her only to watch the silence creep its ugly head between them, but he would allow it. Sometimes it could be of help and he wasn't some child to rush and fill in every brief moment of emptiness. A smirk came to his lips as he heard her slip up, but he would let it slide since she had no way of knowing how he looked. She couldn't see and as far as he knew her hands had never touched his face.

He was well aware of how her kind got about and he knew her palms had never laid hands on his flesh even once. But he figured there was a piece of information that she would be interested to know or at least her reaction would amusing to him. "Well I happen to sleep naked." He told her like it was nothing and with another shrug of his shoulders. He listened to her as she spoke about what to call him which made him smirk when she said to call him the same as Eva and Ava. "You wanna call me daddy? That's okay with me or Master." He was curious about that and wanted to see just which one she felt comfortable with. He surely had no problem with her calling him daddy.

When she brought up the hell hound once more, he looked at her with a bit of interest before saying. "Like you, he was a pup at some point." And with that he was gone to let her work out things in her head. The potion would take affect within a matter of seconds now she he knew she had pushed its reaction a bit. While he continued a bit of his duties, Eva and Ava never seemed to leave his said as well as Mason or Ryan. Those two seemed to rotate though so at least one of them was always by his side. He went to monitor the new slaves and warriors to see how well they performed and what kind of condition they were in.

He was surprised to see that so many humans had remained since when he normally unleashed his soldiers it was a different story. They must have really been thinking ahead on the uses of the humans this time. Something not that odd. Their last batch of slaves for the gladiator ring had long died out, so many they were interested in dealing with that. Just as the sun was about to raise, he would return back to his room to find her sound asleep. After closing and locking the door, he disrobe just as he said and climbed underneath the clothes with her.

With his back to her he allowed sleep to overtake him and would sleep like a baby until the sun began to drift down.

OOC: Feel free to start with her waking up the next evening. He can still be sleep or gone, it doesn't matter. I can go with the flow.
 
When he said he was unsure of calling her cute or not she had shrugged her shoulders, not really caring one way or the other, but when he said what they call him she giggled, shaking her head quickly, “I never called by own father that, let alone you Master.” She said, hinting at what she had decided before thinking about what he had said about Cerberus, knowing she could never be as powerful as her new master or any of the others around her, she was merely human, and no matter how strong she tried to be she was still fragile, easily harmed, physically and mentally.

Laying down carefully on her left side she relaxed before resting her head on the pillow and falling into her sleep. She never realized when he had come into the room, or when he moved into the bed with her, so she slept soundly, never really moving much in her sleep. But as the sun began to do down hours later she woke up, a few minutes if anything before he had woke so with that she figured she would get up and explore his room, just to tell where everything was so she did not bump into anything.

Getting out of bed slowly, stretching slightly she shifted and moved to one of the walls trailing a hand over it and counting her steps, figuring out how large the room was. Once that was done she walked around, her hand out at her side as it found everything that was in his room, making note of where it all was so she did not break something and if she needed to get something and had to find it without him, finally she stopped at the door, knowing it had to have been the one out, but she did not try to open it, not wanting to go out of this room without him in fear of getting hurt by someone or something on the other side, so instead she walked over to a chair she had found in the room as well as a table and another chair, waiting for him to wake, or address her incase he already was awake, but after a while she got back up and walked slowly to the bed, sitting on the edge carefully before running a hand through her hear slowly.
 
The room was rather nice looking. In the center held the large bed that looked as if it could fit a family. It was made out of dark red wood with black covers and sheets on it that felt too soft to be true. To the left of the room was a long dresser that was flanked by a door on each side. One was a single door that lead to the bathroom and the other was a dual door, about the size of the other side. These doors folded back to expose the large walk in closet that had its array of clothes but most wear every day things.

Stuff to wear around the house and his room while others things were kept by the staff of the house. On the right side of the room was a large window with a table underneath of it and two chairs on either side of it. To the right of the table and window was the vanity cabinet he had gotten the goblet and vile from. Next to that was the dummy wearing his armor. On each side of the door were to chairs with soft cushions to sit on and support the back. Nearly everything was made of the same dark red wood with the walls wearing black wallpaper and the floor being made out of African blackwood.

Francis had woken up when she first stirred but did his best to attempt at getting some more rest. Though when he heard her moving around the room, he couldn't help but be curious. He opens his eyes, knowing he didn't have to be sneaky since she was blind, to watch her touch over his furniture. A soft smile came to his face as he continued to study her, wondering what she thought about everything even though she couldn't see. When she came back towards the bed, he moved onto his feet making sure his movements were silent. Those soundless steps would carry him around the bed until he came to stand before her.

"How did you sleep?" He asked as he was pulling his robe around him, figuring she wouldn't like the thought that he was standing before her nude. Once on, he would draw it closed and tie it. He had no plans to remain in it all day, but he would wear this before he took a shower. And odds are that someone would be banging on his door at some point in time today.
 
Everything was so different to her, she could not pay attention to the detail in the color of everything so she instead felt the quality, feeling any imperfections or flaws, which was natural, and she would also make a not of the design, the way the wood was carved and such, and all of it interested her, wishing she could see it, but shaking it from her head she ignored the though.

By now she knew he way around his room easily and could maneuver through the place with ease if needed. But what she heard next startled her as she heard him no more than a few feet in front of her, hoping he was not naked, but none the less she blushed brightly at the though, knowing he might very well be since she could not see and had no need for such things around her. But when she heard his question she looked up at him and nodded, “A little difficult, but nice and sort of peaceful,” She said softly before standing and tilting her head to the side a little, curious about something that came to her mind, “Master, will you be… well… um… feeding from me?” She asked, unsure of really how to ward it since that was the only way to honestly. “I just was hoping for prior warning, and to know what it is like… you know, surprises are not too bad, but I don’t like being startled.” She said softly as she brought her hands together in front of her carefully.

She of course did not want him to do that to her now, but she did want to know if his kind fed from hers, and if he would be feeding from the girl. And like any curious girl she wondered what it felt like, and to him, what she would taste like, the thought kind of chilling her, but she shook it off as she waited for some sort of response.
 
A smile began to spread across his features when he noticed the deep shade of red coming to form on her face. She indeed looked cute regardless of the fact she didn't like him to say it. He would remain silent about the word and just watch her with a smile on his face. He was pleased to hear she had slept well and figured the difficulty was from the face this was a foreign place to here. However her question had taken him by surprise though there was no reason it should have. Her master was a vampire and so of course that had been plague her thoughts, though he hoped it wasn't something that found its way into her nightmares.

He tilts his head to the side a bit as he watched her coming to stand before him. His gaze content on those beautiful features of hers as he thought about it for a second. There wasn't much to think about, but the fact he hadn't actually decided what her uses as a slave would be. "Seeing that you are only wearing a shirt and I merely have on a robe. I figured you're question would be about the other physical aspect of things." He said only to give a shrug of his shoulders.

"But maybe because I can seem to keep my eyes from your gorgeous figure. Well we are lustful creatures." He added with a bit of a chuckle but he wasn't just talking about vampires since he knew humans were just as much of a physical creature. "The truth is I would love to suck on your neck, but the royal family can't just feed from anyone." He admitted to her and it wasn't because of poison or anything like that. "if you wish for me to one day feed from you, you'll be place on a diet. low meat intake and more on the fruits and vegetables." He looked at her for a minute before adding. "You'll be given more fish, a secret from our Asian brethren."

Realizing what those words could mean to her, he placed his hand onto her shoulder. "And trust me, it isn't about your figure. As I said, it is amusing. Its to make sure your blood is healthy. The better your blood the stronger we are." He informed her. "So if you wish to have that as one of your duties, then I will make sure you eat the right foods. But I wont begin drinking from you until at least a week." He hoped she understood but doubted it at the same time. A lot of people didn't know what their kind went through.
 
Hearing him she looked away for a moment, knowing he had seen her blush, and though usually not easily effected by such she found herself feeling strange around him, he complimented her and that only brightened her cheeks more, “Thank you for your kind words, and I hope that my eyes don’t bother you, it is rather strange to others to actually stare into the eyes of a blind girl, since I have heard that the eyes are a gateway and can let your kind see into the soul, or so the stories go.” She shrugged softly, and when he mentioned he was wearing a robe she felt herself a little more calm and the blush died down.

But when he explained what he said she would have to eat and such she shook her head, “That diet would actually be very nice, at home my parents kept the children mostly only eating veggies and fruit, fruit being my favorite, and even though I like red meats, I prefer fish and other things like that.” She added, telling him of her diet at her home. Then something came to mind as she looked up toward where his voice was coming from and bit her lip softly before asking, “Master, the twins told me that you are beautiful, and I know you heard my slip up last night, and despite how cruel you had been I also am grateful for your kindness to me, that is why I had said what I did, I know you don’t have to be so nice to me, but I wish to know if I may see your face?” She asked softly, bringing her hand up, but not touching him, instead she waited to see his reaction and the answer he would give her. When asking this she referred to touching his face to see what he looked like, in the least since touching the whole body was usually how they got to see someone, but she would be satisfied to just get an image of him, to know what he would look like.

With her hand out she waited to see If he would take it and bring it to his face or push it away.
 
What was it about this girl that drew him? He couldn't put his finger on what about her captured his attention. All he knew was that he enjoyed talking and interacting with her. Like he could happily spend all night in his room while talking with her. That should be a bad thing, but it wasn't anything to worry about. He knew at the most she was just interesting or maybe it was the new toy syndrome that was causing this.

However as she thanked him a smile came to his face and he nods his head to her. "You are more than welcomed." He told her only to notice her apologize for her eyes which threw him back some since it seemed to come out of left field. "I have seen every inch of you and have yet to see something that doesn't please me." He confessed to her so she would know he had no problem with her eyes. He had seen things most humans wished they never encountered and even caused some of them, so something like that was nothing to him. A smirk had came where that smile had once been when she mentioned being okay with the diet. His right hand rose to allow the back of it to gently caress her cheek.

"You desire my lips on you that much?" He teased with a raised brow while doing his best to hold back his laughter at such a thing. "But I will inform the staff so your meals will be altered." Though she had yet to receive a meal here so maybe saying it will be changed was jumping the gun a bit. What he heard next surprised him though. He had been thinking about the same thing only moments ago and to think she would say it first. When she wished only to touch his face he almost wanted to feel insulted since Eva and Ava had told him about yesterday. How she had touched over them to get a full image of them, though they made it sound far more dirty than he knew it was.

"I think it is only fair." He said as eh reaches down to untie the robe he was wearing to let it full open and reveal that chiseled form of his. His left hand would take one of her hands to place it on his face while his right hand would move the other one to his chest. "I believe you need a full image." He told her as he allowed her to touch and 'see' him as much as she desired. This was new to him but he wasn't going to shy away from it since he saw nothing wrong with it. He actually enjoyed the touch of her hands and so he released her to let her move them as she pleased.
 
She wasn’t sure why but he seemed to be able to make her blush with ease, many things he said to her seemed to bring reddening to her cheeks so easily. She was a little embarrassed by what he said about seeing her entire body, but she supposed that it would have been impossible to not see her body after he had ripped her dress from her body. “Well I suppose I should be glad that you are pleased with my appearance then.” She replied with a smile across her lips, but flinched slightly not knowing his hand was going to come to her cheek, and was rather cold compared to her skin.

Shaking her head she smiled, giggling softly, “No I didn’t mean that, I was just saying.” She said softly to his comment about her wanting his lips on her neck, but what she didn’t admit aloud is that she was curious about it, not only what it would be like to be fed from, but his lips on her since she had never been touched by a male before. But her reason for asking to touch his face was only because she did not want to get herself in a strange position with him if she started from the ground and worked her way up.

When her hand touched his face she was relieved to be allowed to do this since it was strange to talk with someone and not have a face in her head of them. But what startled her the most was when he brought her other hand to his chest, wanting to pull her hand back, but she kept it there for a moment before running a hand from his forehead around near his ear and to his cheek, then brought it up to his cheek, running it over his nose and to the other side of his face. She went over everything and ended with her fingers touching his lips.

What came next startled her, instead of starting at his chest she knelt down and began at his feet, analyzing him from the foot, up his calf, skipping his manhood and then going over his hips to his chest. Once there she ran both her hands over him, knowing the chest was much more broad and so both started near his ribs and came forward to his chest, feeling everything on his chest before moving to his arms, one hand for each as she felt every muscle and his skin, rather cool to the touch, but still nice in her opinion, and finally her hands stopped at his own, feeling all the way to the tips of his fingers before nodding as a sort of thank you before she began lowering her hands. “Thank you master, and the girls are right, you are very handsome, but I could tell just from last night while talking to you.” She said as she wondered what his reaction to all of this was.
 
A gentle smile was on his face as he watched her and listened to whats he had to say. Though when she finished he looked a bit taken back by what she said, like something was off or realizing she didn't understand him. "No, I am not simply pleased with your appearance." He began while his hand tilted her head back so he could see those beautiful features of her more clearly. "You in a whole is divine. I can understand why your kind believe in higher powers. More than just human essence created you." He told her with a serious expression on his face but he knew she couldn't see it. Sadly that was just the way his features moved as he talked and he wouldn't allow himself to stop since he talked to more than just her.

Hearing her got to quickly defend herself make him grin some. It was fun messing with her at times to only to hear her become a bit flustered and the look on her face was just cute. Again he found himself thinking that word, but it couldn't be helped when it fit her so well. Soon her hands began to go to work on his body and he never thought he would actually enjoy it a bit. He closed his eyes both to savor the touch of her hands and to make sure she didn't poke him in one of them. He felt as they moved and touched along his face, his ears, and every inch of his features.

When he felt her fingers upon his lips, he couldn't help himself as he planted a soft kiss onto them as they were withdrawing. Soon she was at his feet and moving further up along his legs. He wondered if she had given this much detail to Eva and Ava, but that wasn't a good thought to have at the moment. Him thinking about her touching on those two gorgeous vampires would do him more harm than good right now. He was glad she had skipped his private areas since he wasn't sure he could keep himself bottled up much more. He was pride of his body though and why wouldn't he be.

He was in perfect condition, tone and chiseled like a stature of a man. He was of course one of the symbols of their kind, the other extra compare to his father. He was the youth and beauty of vampires while his father depicted their strength and fury. When she was done, he almost wanted to make her continue but he knew that would lead to something he wasn't looking to do just yet. He wouldn't pass up a chance to mess with her though. "You skipped a few parts." He teased with a smirk on his pulled his robe back over him, but he left it hanging open though.

There was no real reason to conceal him. "If you do that while making love. I don't think I'll be able to contain myself." He confessed only to add. "But I'll be sure to give your body such attention, the sensation was far too good to keep to myself." He told her before he heard a tapping at his door. He knew it was coming soon and walked towards it to undo the latch and pull it open. Two shadows rushed pass him with soundless steps and landed on the bed behind their father's new toy. "I hope you are torturing the poor girl, father." Eva said while Ava smiled as she moved to the edge of the bed.

"No sis, she is torturing him. Look how she looks in his shirt!" Ava said as she reached out to give the girl a little grop on her rear that was hanging out the bottom of the shirt. "Master." An elderly man said as he pushes in a cart of their breakfast, well of Ember's breakfast since his walked in soon after. "Put the cart by the table." He told the man who took the eggs, toast, and fruits over to the table. The beautiful dark skin female stood there silently as she waited. But a motion of Franics hand would have her move to sit in the chair next to the door. "Breakfast is here."
 
Tilting her head back when he touched her she listened to him and his words slightly comforted her as she looked up at him with a smile, “Well thank you, it is comforting to hear that from you.” She said softly as she looked to where he most likely was. “But I don’t think I was made by anything divine, just my mother.” She said softly before bringing a hand slowly up to his that was touching her face before pulling it away and lowering her head.

The kiss on her fingers was a little surprising, but very welcoming since he would be the first bit of kindness and compassion apart from the perverted twins that she would have met here and she defiantly needed it at this time. But soon she pulled back, trying not to blush as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying not to giggle or smirk, “I’m sorry, but it is in appropriate to touch a man there that is not a girl’s-“ But she stopped thinking about it, realizing that if he wished to have her, she would have no choice, even if she did wish to wait to be wed before doing anything, and she figured that was not something that he would really worry about… the wants of a human girl. She could feel depression settling in again before turning away from her and wrapping her arms around herself.

Shaking her head she took a deep breath, “I don’t know about that, making love… but then again…” She trailed off in thought again coming to the same conclusion, she was in a vampire kingdom and there rules were different, while in her home to have more than one woman, or bedding someone before they are wed is seen as horrible it didn’t seem that vampires had a problem with it, and it would take her time to adapt.

Hearing the knock she took a few steps back as the door opened and kept her arms around her upped body, hearing the open and soon the voices of the other girls could be heard near her, with a yelp she spun around and stepped away from Ava, not use to being touched in such a way while trying to pull the shirt down to cover more of herself her mood somewhat changed since he thoughts went grim and a little upsetting to her again.

Hearing him talk of breakfast she could smell it and made her way to the table and took the empty seat to eat something, her stomach growling at her since she had not eaten for hours now.
 
The prince looked at the two females now sitting on his bed. He stared at them for a long while before the faintest of smiles crossed his face. "What exactly are you two doing here anyway?" he questioned them. They were young and still children at heart. They appeared to bounce up and down with excitement as they both spoke replies at identical times, "Bored! We thought we might come have a play too!"

The prince shook his head at the words, "we must leave her for now, she is not ready to be played with yet," as he said this, he ran the back of his hand across Ember's cheek, it was warm to the touch. "Now, she must eat." His words were forceful but not nasty, there was nothing in his tone that seemed to sound threatning. "I need to eat also," he added, suddenly realising it had been far too long since he had last fed.

The girls reported that they had a new batch of human blood ready in the dining hall. So THAT was the real reason they were here! No one could drink the blood until their acting king (the Prince at the time,) had done so first. They were hungry too. The Prince turned his head back to the human in front of his, "help yourself to the food," he said with a soft of kindness not often found in his voice.

He led her back to the edge of the bed and assisted her in sitting down before ordering the two younger girls out so he could get changed before going to his own breakfast. "I will be back soon," he said a few minutes later as he shut the door behind him. He had never experienced a feeling like this before, it was new, he had only been out the room a few minutes. Was he missing her?
 
Listening Ember became very worried about the girls thoughts about her, knowing they were just playing, but she knew the entire time they just wanted to play with her, as well as there Master. Listening she giggled at the way they spoke in unison, knowing it might take time to get use to that, but they seemed to be much more kind than the others she had met.

But she wondered why they needed to leave before her stomach growled, reminding her that she did need to eat, unless she wanted to waste away to nothing. She wondered if the prince planned on sharing her with his bothers and cousins who had helped him take over her home or if he truly was keeping her to himself, then realized that the girls had failed to bring her a new outfit from the night before and blushed as she looked toward where the prince had been and asking in a calm and rather sweet voice, “If I may sir, but the girls were unable to bring me a change of clothing, and I don’t think you want me wearing your shirt all day, could I ask for some feminine clothing?” She asked, not really expecting to get anything more than the jeweled bikini tops that the girls had been wearing and maybe a skirt or some type of bottoms.

Sitting down she slowly ate, but something was still bothering her, she felt a little more secure and safe when he was around, despite that he and his men killed her family, but at least he agreed to take her there before the buzzards got to them in order to bury them next to her mother. Shaking her head she couldn’t seem to get him out of her mind, he was being rather nice for a prince who had just enslaved the princess of a rival. But she wasn’t about to complain about it, and continued eating the fruit and veggies.
 
The Prince walked back the dining hall slowly, the palace they all lived in was rather grand he decided. There was a lot of gold fixtures around him, paintings of past Kings and their lovers. The carpet beneath him was warm and soft. He felt different to normal, somewhat, happier. This was a strange thing for someone of his species. Happiness was not something they felt often, other than their climaxes.

He entered the large marble arch into a dining room full of hungry people all sitting on rows of chairs awaiting the 'first tasting.' The prince looked around him, taking his time to reach the throne on the far side of the room where a meal of epic proportions had already been prepared for him. The blood was a deep red colour, a colour that he had not seen in a long time. They had a good batch it seemed. Things were going right for the Prince he thought as he quickly steped up upon the stage where his thron was hosted. Others, including the less nice Noth, sat on chairs beside him. But his was the biggest and by far the most grand with golden nobs at the edge and velvet oversheet. He was King, well at least, he might as well be.

He looked around him for a servant who he beckoned over using only his eyes, "The girl," he spoke quietly but quickly, "need some clothes." He paused before adding, "get some from the queen's room." It was not something that was done often, wearing the ring clothes of the Queen. But he wanted to see this human dressed to her full potentiol, she was stunning. This would only amplify that. The servant didn't move for a few second, "Well go on then!" the Prince order, casuing the ragid servant to scurry away before sitting at the throne. He looked down at his food, tasted the blood, raised it into the air and called, "you may eat."

Good day... or night.
 
Ember sat in the room, patiently, and ate her food, wishing for some sort of company, but shrugged it off, enjoying the silence, and the feeling of being left to do as she pleased in the room. And after a while she heard a knock at the door. Standing she got up carefully and made her way to the door, opening it, and stepping out of the way for the person who walked in. It seemed to be a servant with some clothing for her, and she blushed brightly, standing there in her master’s shirt, and nothing more.

Walking over to the woman she felt the material of the dresses and smiled, they were not like the twins outfits, instead it seemed something different, more elegant, but still just as revealing. The servant helped her try on each one and after a while the servant found the right one that would go so well with the young woman, and it was very beautiful on her. Thanking the woman she left and Ember remained in the room, wishing she could see the dress, able to feel it, but unable to see it. It was beautiful, a dark gown that flowed down to her ankles and clung tightly to her curves, showing a little bit of the top of her bust.

Sitting on the bed she sighed softly, a little anxious to know what the prince thought of his slave’s outfit, knowing it was not just any servants dress, but something more. And then the thought came to her and she shook her head wondering why she was concerned with that he thought of her appearance, she was his slave, and could dress her in anything that he pleased, or nothing at all, so she wondered why he had allowed her to wear such a dress.

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