Standard Disclaimer 't bother suing just a poor poor psychology student who owns nothing save my computer,a few Anne Rice novels and a cabinet of anime vcds..I don't own Hellsing.
A.N.: Please have mercy on me. This is my first Hellsing fic.
Immortal Beloved
"Mail, Sir Integral." Walter bowed himself politely out of the room as he handed the stack of mail to the current master of the Hellsing house.
Integral merely grunted as she went through the day's mail. Subscriptions from Time Magazine, a referral subscription to Cosmopolitan UK courtesy of Ceras (mental note:talk to Ceras later about this referral subscription and how silly these glossies are), a letter from the Queen.
Integral merely shrugged them off and chucked them into the wastebasket under her desk. Wait a minute. A letter from the Head Monarch of England herself.
Integral cursed under her breath and immediately reached for a fresh tobacco. After she crushed the tobacco on a conveniently placed ashtray, she rang for Walter.
When the faithful steward entered her office, she wordlessly handed the letter from the Queen to him.
"Ah HEIR?! Within a YEAR?!" Walter nearly spurted out the tea he had bought with him.
"Yes. You haven't finished the letter yet Walter." Integral said sourly.
Walter's eyes quickly scanned the letter, his eyes growing more wider as he reached the bottom of the page.
"I see. So Her Majesty requires that you produce an heir within this year and you are not allowed to go to a sperm bank either. The queen doesn't care if you get married or not to the man, as long as you discreetly produce an heir the queen is quite queer, ne?" he queried as he tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"I actually considered why she doesn't want me going to a sperm bank. I guess even among esteemed doctors, confidentiality can also be paid in Euros." Integral said pensively.
"Do you have any man in mind, Lady Integral?" Walter asked her.
"None. At least not as of the moment Walter."
"If you have nothing to discuss with me. I had better go down to the kitchens and instruct the chef to get started on dinner."
"Thank you Walter." Integral said as she pulled out a legal pad from her drawer and started thinking of possible, she winced at the mere thought of it, men who could give her an heir.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Walter just finished instructing the chef on what to prepare for dinner, when Ceras entered the massive room to go get packs of blood.
"Walter-san? Are you alright?" she asked him.
"No. Sir Integral has another problem, a really big one." Walter sighed as he sank into one of the chairs in the small table where the servants can have their meals in the kitchen. Ceras pulled up a chair, pouring blood in a glass. "Mind if you tell me Walter-san?"