I
sat in my throne in the Hall Of Princes, to my left sat Mika Ver
Leth, and to my right was Kurda Smahlt. Kurda had once been named a
traitor, (because of me) but they did the same to him as they did to
me- rose above the rules and let him become a Prince. I loved
watching him, doing nothing, just looking at his golden locks,
well-built body and his small body gestures. Kurda often saw me
staring at him, but he just smiled softly, showing me them
wonderfully straight white pearls…
I wasn't sure if Kurda was
hetro or homosexual. I thought about this for sometime.
"Are
you even listening to me, Darren?" I heard Mr. Crepsley say. I
didn't have a clue what he said.
"Of course I 'am." I
replied. "And am hurt by the thought that you thought otherwise."
I said smoothly.
"You're right, I'am sorry" He
apologised. "So, will you be the spy?"
I grimaced. A spy for
what? I couldn't say no as it would seem like I was a coward if it
was something easy. But what if it was something deadly and cruel?
However, if I asked him to repeat it he would know I wasn't paying
attention. I just spoke the first thing that came to mind.
"Game!"
The princes and Mr. Crepsley exchanged looks. Kurda felt my
forehead to check I was okay, as a joke. His soft hand gently spread
on my forehead, it felt cold but I didn't care. I wandered off into
another daydream, but soon came back to the real world.
"What
do you mean by game?" Mr Crepsley asked.
"Well, I do not
think it is fair that I should just be lumbered with the spy jobs all
the time. We could play a game to decide fairly." I answered.
"What was you thinking of, Darren?" Kurda spoke for the first
time in the conversation. "Like, spin the bottle?" He giggled and
everyone else burst into fits of laughter. I liked the Hall when it
was like this. Just us princes and maybe a few friends, no annoying
generals or ordinary vampire's worrying about them stupid
vampaneze.
"Yes". I finally replied quietly after the
laughing had died down. "Spin the bottle was exactly what I was
thinking".