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Post by Drag on Dec 29, 2008 23:50:47 GMT -5
Drag stood in her office pacing back and forth. Her Ladies in Waiting slowly getting annoyed for they were trying to dress her. The private meeting chambers were being prepared for the upcoming meeting with Prince Nicholas. She sighed as she finally stood still to let them dress her.
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Post by Chavez on Dec 30, 2008 21:33:06 GMT -5
Prince Nicholas sat in the conference room with his advisor and members of the Black Rose Covenant. He looked around at them with disgust. The two covenants hated each other with a passion. Wars raged between the two. He looked at his watch.
"If she can't be on time then this meeting does not need to commence."
He growled, his fangs showing. He was a pure blooded vampire and the thoughts of having a child with Truvine didn't sit well with his covenant. Truvine was of mixed blood, her father being mixed blood. He, as well as his covenant, wanted the royal bloodline to remain pure. Yet he cared for Truvine, and would not dare cast her aside.
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Post by Drag on Dec 30, 2008 21:56:04 GMT -5
Drag leaned on her dresser, staring at herself in the mirror. What the hell was she thinking? Having her daughter marry the prince of the Red Rose Covenant. She really had lost her mind. She sighed as she finally turned and walked out of her room and down the hall towards the conference room.
Truvine gently brushed out her dressed and took a breath before walking in to the conference room. She looked around slowly, nodding to the council members before her eyes fell upon Nicholas who she good only give a weak smile too.
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Post by Chavez on Jan 2, 2009 15:17:22 GMT -5
He watched through intense eyes as Truvine came in the room. His hatred was not for her, but for her covenant. He gave her a nod of greetings and leaned over as his advisor whispered something in his ear. His eyes never left Truvine as he sat upright. He watched the door as it opened and in walked Drag. He frowned as he bowed his head and growled his greeting.
"How can one be a queen and not know the essence of time?"
Yes, his greeting was one of pure hatred. He couldn't stand the likes of Drag. He hated her and the covenant she was with, yet he liked her daughter very much so. He sat down and glared at Drag, waiting for the moment he could leave her presence.
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Post by Drag on Jan 2, 2009 20:31:51 GMT -5
Drag stopped at the door and stared at him, a small smile on her face.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting your Highness."
She took her seat, allowing her council men to seat before she looked at Nicholas again.
"So to be blunt, do you have any ideas on how to handle this situation young sir?"
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Post by Chavez on Jan 29, 2009 11:11:18 GMT -5
Nic looked at her, a frown evident on his face yet he wiped it away out of respect for Truvine. He picked at the hair on his chin and thought quietly.
"I am advised by my high chancellor to accept nothing more than abortion or abandonment."
He looked at Truvine and smiled at her.
"However, under my authority over them, I will accept nothing more than to be in the child's life and be an active father."
He winked at her and looked back at Drag. He wanted to be in the child's life and he wanted to be a good father, yet his job was hard and he didn't know how he would manage.
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