"Good evening you're Majesty,"
It was five o'clock when Walter met Seras in the tea room. The room itself only consisted of a lacquered table and a single chair, which the princess sat at. Three arched windows let in the setting sunlight. Seras didn't even notice Walter enter; she was simply staring out the middle arch, admiring the South Terrance beyond the glass.
"If the Mistress would like a simple snack along with tea…"
Walter placed a bowl of freshly picked fruit in front of Seras. He then filled a porcelain cup with tea; adding in the desired amount of cream and sugar. He arranged the silverware next to the bowl and all the while Seras never looked away from the windows. The butler stood back and waited patiently for his next orders.
The princess idly looked down at her breakfast; her growling stomach telling her how little she has eaten for the past few days. She picked up her fork and stabbed a black berry. Lifting the tiny morsel to her lips, she took a bite and set the fork back into the bowl. She never liked black berries so decided to wash the flavor down with tea. Picking up the cup, she took a dainty sip. Her eyes winded.
"What kind of tea is this?" she asked. Somewhat surprised at her sudden, not to mention random, question, Walter answered:
"Raspberry. It's a simple brew added with cream and sugar,"
"It's delicious," the princess said with a smile. Seras took another sip, longer this time, savoring the sweetness. "The tea in England is so bitter. I never took tea, unless it was with my mother," Seras sighed. Walter shrugged.
"I too, do not like the taste of English tea," he said. "So I would think a lady like you would appreciate nature's brew instead,"
Seras smiled at the kind butler. She then finished her fruit (leaving the black berries in the bowl) and tea. Walter cleaned away the cup and bowl while Seras left to her room. It was still a good four hours till her wedding. Yumi helped her out of the heavy green dress she wore and changed into a lighter dress. It was a simple blue dress with white lace at the cuffs and at trim line on the bodice. Yumi then did Seras's hair in simple white pearl clips too keep it off her shoulders. Then from her room, the princess decided to explore her home further since she never had the chance the night before.
Since her bedroom was located on the second floor, Seras decided it would be her starting point. Passing a few doors that she knew to be bedrooms, Seras made her way to the breakfast room. It was located at the far end of Vizcaya, overlooking the bay. The room was at a slightly higher level, two stairs leading up to it, and had a Chinese theme. Seras had learned that the prince, or rather Alucard, had a hobby for collecting Asian art. The walls where painted like the sky with birds flying in the scene while gold crown molding decorated the ceiling. In the middle of the room was a round table and red chairs. Towards the back, near the windows, where two statues. To her left was a woman and to the right was a man. Both statues where decorated with gold beads and various embroidered silk. Taking a closer look, the woman seemed to be shying away to her looker, holding a babe in her arms. The man, to Seras's dislike, looked more like a monster than man. He looked to be screaming, or perhaps roaring. Two fangs protruded from his mouth and she noticed that any cloth on this statue was red…
Finding no more rooms upstairs, Seras went downstairs. Servants where rushing about in preparation for the wedding but no one passed the queen to be with out bowing to her.
Seras soon found herself in the front loggia again where she first met her naked statue. Taking a right, she opened the door at the end of the loggia and smiled.
It was a library.
Seras felt giddy as she finally found a room of books. She loved to read anything and everything she could get her hands on. A whole wall was covered in books while the other three walls had shelves with artifacts and unfilled papers. A reading table was put in the middle of the room while a large sofa was in the back. Seras also noticed a fireplace as well.
"Shakespeare…" Seras whispered in delight. His novels where her favorite. She pulled a few copies out, searching their pages and sitting comfortably on the sofa.
"Where IS the princess?!"
Walter nearly sprinted across the courtyard in search of the missing bride. It had been a few hours since he last saw Seras, assuming she went out into the gardens, but she was no where to be found. A few of the maids had checked the upstairs bedrooms and few other rooms, but alas, they couldn't find her. The wedding was in three hours, and the bride wasn't ready.
"You're Majesty!"
Seras was startled from her sleeping spot on the sofa. A book was still held in her hands; she must have fallen asleep. Walter removed the book and took her arm gently since she was still half asleep. He quickly led her out of the library and up the stairs to her room where Yumi was waiting patiently. The moment the princess stepped over the threshold, she felt Walter go at her corset ties while Yumi tackled the bodice. Before she knew it she was nude and was putting on, what greatly shocked her, a velvety black gown.
The gown was rather simple, having no trims, lace, or even embroidery. Her corset wasn't even put back on, only a red bodice. Seras was extremely confused.
"Why a black gown, and not the traditional white?"
Neither servant replied. Was this a Romanian tradition or did they think her impure?
Yumi kindly asked Seras to sit at the vanity and quickly began to undo the earlier pins. She replaced them with various black pearls and stuck a red feather that peaked out slightly behind her head. Heavy ruby earrings where fastened to her ears and a thick leather choker around her neck. Yumi then set the final touches by painting the princess's lips a crimson red.
Seras stood from her vanity. Yumi picked up a glass bottle and circled the princess, spraying her with a light fragrance perfume. Walter then ushered the princess to take her leave for the carriages where coming down the road to the main gate.
"Wait! I have no shoes!"
Yumi didn't reply but simply bowed to Seras. She was nearly running down the stairs in arms with Walter, who had amazingly dressed himself for the occasion without her knowing. He quickly put the princess into the center carriage, which was the largest, and then seated himself in the carriage that followed it. Looking out the window, Seras felt more like going to a funeral than her own wedding.
"What a bizarre culture,"
The carriage ride was quite a long ways. When she left Vizcaya, the sun was beginning to set. Now the moon was beginning to rise in the night's sky.
Seras had never felt more exposed than ever. Not only did she not have the proper shoes, but she only had a black chemise and a red bodice covering her body. If she where to stand in front of any sort of light, the looker would be able to see everything, she was sure of it even if it was black. Seras then began to grow nervous. Soon enough she would be married to this Prince Alucard. The night before he had barely spoken to her or even acknowledged her presence. She had tried to make conversation, but he clearly was ignoring her…
"The man I am to marry doesn't even speak," she said begrudgingly. "Nor does he seem to know how to treat a lady, let alone a wife,"
A small light caught Seras's attention. Then another followed, then soon a whole mass of lights- candles in the trees. The carriage then soon came to a halt; Seras looked outside her window. There was no church. Instead there was a large, seemingly decomposing castle. The door swung open and there was Walter, offering her a hand along with a kind smile.
She took his arm as he led the bride to the castle. Along the path where lit candles still as ever since there was no wind. The moon seemed to be perched upon this castle tonight, beautiful as ever, but Seras couldn't help the shivers she felt. She was scared.
Entering the main entrance hall, Seras's eyes widened to see nearly a hundred people there, all holding a single candle. They turned their attention to the princess and bowed in union; Walter as well. The butler then handed the princess off to a young gentleman that Seras didn't recognize. He bowed to her before offering his arm. Seras looked back to the butler, only to find he was gone. She was feeling, more than ever, like a sacrifice.
As the gentleman led her down the hall way, the guests began to file one-by-one behind them. It was down the hall, up a massive flight of stairs, then left down another hall with two golden grand doors. The guests where still behind them. Seras felt a growing dread, knowing what would happen beyond those doors. She tried to slow her pace but the gentleman effortlessly pulled her back in step. It was then she faced the golden doors. The gentleman left her standing between the doors. There was no music. No noise of a priest. No sound at all. All for the creaking hinges of the opening doors.
What Seras saw nearly made her scream. The room was a massive ballroom filled with even more thousands of guests. The room was dimly lit by the candles each guest held. Before her was a red carpet; there she held her head high with dignity and began to walk.
Step-by-step she saw looks of disgust and curiosity thrown at her. At the very end of the hall seated at the throne was not the prince. Alucard stood to this man's left. Seras only assumed it was the King himself. Her eyes settled back on Alucard.
His attire was a black heavy set dress shirt and tightly fitted black pants; he also had no shoes. He was grinning at her, devouring her with an intense gaze. As she was walking towards him, he could practically taste her fear. The prince was impressed on how she masked it so well, but could not fool him.
Seras approached the prince whose hand was held out to her. He took her small hand and kissed it before leading her to his side. Then, as sudden, Seras felt her body go cold. She curtsied before the man on the throne; feeling his gaze upon her. She was loosing control of her body she realized when it moved to face Alucard on its own. He was grinning again.
"Let it begin," the King bellowed. Seras's heart nearly burst from her chest when Alucard's hands went to her bodice and began to untie it. She wanted to speak, tell him to stop. Fear was clinging to her as he slid the bodice over her shoulders and onto the floor. He was stripping her!
Seras's arms lifted on their own as Alucard slipped the chemise over her head. She felt the large tears that welled fall down her cheeks. The prince tossed the chemise away, and took an intake of breath.
Absolutely beautiful…
Creamy porcelain skin glowed in the mass of candles. Her small body was well curved, but not overly done while her breasts where full and supple. His eyes then wandered to where the blond delicately curled; what would be his in a matter of hours.
Alucard then removed his dress shirt to reveal smooth pale skin stretched over perfectly sculpted abdominals. Seras was so ashamed at her current position that she did not notice his hand come to wipe away the tears.
Chanted jolted Seras's out of her senses and she looked into the embers that where Alucard's eyes. She saw no emotion in those swirling fire abysses. Not even when he was cut across the chest with a ceremonial knife…
Seras gasped as a man collected the blood that flowed into a small chalice before the wound completely healed itself.
Seras felt like screaming.
He…he's…he's…
She cringed as an ice cold substance was poured down her back and across her chest, covering her whole body. It was blood she realized.
This time Seras did scream, but was muffled by a kiss. A kiss from her fiancée; Alucard. He pulled away, lips still lingering, and he moved his way to nuzzle her neck.
Oh dear God…mother why have you deceived me so?
"This consummation of man and woman has now taken place,"
Seras's world went from a world of pain and shamelessness to a world of pure pleasure. Alucard had bitten into her neck. He held onto her small body as he felt the waves of pleasure run through his body, as well as his new mate's. She whispered his name as he drank her sweet nectar that was her blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and was about to faint but not before thinking…
Dear God…my husband is a vampire...
Sorry if it seems if I went a little fast. I've got so much to write in so little time...but I guarentee longer chapters.
-Lucia
