We Three Kings.
Thick, wooden doors, decorated with a multiple of carvings depicting, what I thought could be, historical events. At least, for these vampires. Battles merged together to create a masterpiece like no other. Whoever designed this, had amazing skill; the likes I had never witnessed before. It was breathe-taking!
Upon reaching the heavy doors, they were opened by guards from the inside- probably sensing our presence with their heightened senses. Soon we were stepping through the threshold into what I could only believe was supposed to be the throne room. It was circular in shape, with dome for a roof. Sunlight pouring down from the only window in the room. Furnishing was sparse, since the only furniture were three throne-like chairs sat on the dais, towards the back of the room. The thrones on each side of the middle one was occupied. To the right a man stared at a spot with his darkening red eyes uncaring of the events taking place (at least that's what it appeared to be, but looks can be deceiving after all), his brown hair fell past his shoulders slightly and he wore fancier attire than I was normally accustomed to. On his far left rested another man.
I was left breathless by his appearance; long, silky, blonde locks dangling slightly above his shoulders, his body lean sculpted with muscle that can just be seen through the clothes adorning his form, a strong, square jaw matching the rosy plump lips sporting a scowl, high cheek bones adding to his aristocratic features and liquid-crimson orbs like deep endless pools that I could fall into and get lost, like Alice does when falling through a rabbit hole into Wonderland. Catching myself staring, I dragged my sight away from the god, afraid to get caught.
In the time it took me to assess two of the kings, the third (who had straight black hair running down his back, ending at his waist) had been conversing with Malice and Eddie. 'Well, trying too anyway. But, like usual, they are being their impossible selves. How sad! Note sarcasm. Literally, it is so depressing watching them act like five-year olds. Spoilt ones at that. Seriously! I am so embarrassed and horrified to be categorised with these idiots.
Finally, noticing me, the third king turned to me. "May I?"