(A/N: I've hit a stride. I've gotten out 3 chapters in less than a week. I hope you guys are enjoying this. Please let me know what you think. I promise it'll pick up again…these chapters are just some back story.)

Chapter 10: Not Her Story To Tell

Margo rushed to beat all of the human staff to the door and had turned the knob before the doorbell finished ringing.

"Hi," she said smiling at Henry.

"Hi," he laughed. "That was quick."

"You look nice," she told him. He was wearing a dark gray suit and a blue tie that brought out his eyes. His light brown hair was neatly combed. His nervousness made him feel like he was preparing to attend court or church, but he smiled as Margo took his hand.

"You too," he said giving her hand a slight squeeze.

Margo wore a simple tan sweater dress with a dark brown leather belt at her waist and matching brown leather boots that zipped all the way to the knee.

"You ready," she asked quietly.

"I think so," he sighed.

"You're not one of her subjects," she said, "So you're not required to bow or call her Majesty."

"But its better if I do," he asked.

"Probably," she nodded. "But you're not required. You can call her Queen Amelia or Ma'am. Even I can't call her Mia in public and she's my maker. We won't be alone tonight; a reporter from American Vampire is here doing a piece on her. I suppose we'll mostly be listening to her answer questions. I apologize in advance if tonight is boring."

"I've done the whole meet the parents thing before," he smiled. "Just the first time the parent happens to be royal."

Margo laughed and led Henry into the parlor where Mia and the reporter were waiting. Mia was dressed in black slacks and a dark green sweater. The reporter was an overweight black vampire. His hair was balding and peppered with gray. Henry remarked at how much like an ordinary person he seemed to be. Had he not known he was a vampire, he would have never assumed it.

"Majesty," Margo said with a curtsy. "May I present my, um, friend Henry Brighton."

Henry bowed. "It is a pleasure to meet you your Majesty. Thank you for welcoming me to your home."

Mia did not stand, but offered Henry her hand, which he kissed instinctively.

"The pleasure is mine," Mia said coyly. "I am glad to finally meet you properly. I can't imagine why it has taken Margo so long to introduce us. Please," she said gesturing to the sofa across from where the reporter was seated, "have a seat. This is Raymond Chambers, a reporter from American Vampire, he'll be interviewing me this evening."

"Nice to meet you," Henry said politely.

"You too," said Chambers. "So how long have you and Margo been dating?"

It seemed an innocent enough question, but Henry saw the man's pen perched ready on his notepad.

"Ahahah," Mia said wagging her finger at the man. "I agreed to a interview about me, that does not include details about my progeny or her acquaintances. I trust that you will leave their presence this evening out of your piece."

"Yes Majesty," he nodded. "I suppose, Majesty, we will start with your human life. What year were you born?"

"My human birth was in the summer of 1711. I was born at Herrenhausen Palace in Hanover, Germany. My father was George Augustus, my mother Caroline of Ansbach. I'm told you can find details of most of my human life on the Internet. What is the name of that site, dear?"

"Wikipedia, Majesty." Margo answered. "But the British Royal Family's website has a very nice page devoted to you and the House of Hanover."

"So to clarify," the reporter said as if he didn't understand. "You are Princess Amelia of Hanover, daughter of King George II of England."

"Yes," Mia nodded modestly, "I am she. When I lived my family called me Emily, though I have not been called that in over 100 years."

Henry sat amazed. He looked at Margo, waiting for her to say this was a joke, a story they'd prepared for the reporter, but she simply nodded.

Mia looked at the pair as the reporter scribbled busily.

"So Mr. Brighton, how did you come to work at our club," the Queen asked. "Had you had dealings with vampires before?"

"Not really," Henry said. "I've known vampires before and worked with them. I was working for a club in Huntsville until Jessica, uh Ms. Hamby," he corrected, "contacted us asking if we had a bartender who would mind training a vampire. I thought it was a good opportunity to make a little extra money, so I volunteered. Then Mr. Northman offered to make my position permanent, so I accepted."

"I am glad you stayed with us," Mia said. "I dare say my Margo is as well."

Margo blushed.

"How is it, Majesty" the reporter interjected, "that you became vampire?"

"Shortly before my 30th birthday I attended a ball in honor of the birth of my brother's child, Elizabeth. Sometime during the evening I excused myself for a walk in the gardens. There, I met a man I'd never seen. He introduced himself as a Lord, a member of my father's court. We talked for a while and I allowed him to walk with me. When we were out of sight of the party he made his move. I have been vampire every night since."

"What was his name," Henry asked without thinking. He was so wrapped up in the story that he forgot whom he was speaking to.

"I don't know. I never saw him again. I don't know if it was his intention to make me and let me wander on my own, or if something happened to him before I rose my first night, but my maker has never called on me. For my first few years I lived in secret, staying in large cities where deaths and disappearances would go unnoticed. I found it very hard to control my hunger without a mentor to guide me." She looked sweetly at Margo. "After forty or so years I migrated to America and began to live openly passing as human. I moved around every few years to avoid suspicion."

"When did you come to Alabama," the reporter asked.

"I came to Alabama during the Great Depression. People were flocking towards the country to escape the hardships of city life, so I figured why not follow the food."

"How soon after did you become involved in vampire politics?"

"I was named investigator for Area 4 here in Huntsville in the 1950's, rose to Sheriff in the late 70's and was named Queen of Alabama in 1991."

"And when did you become a maker," he asked hesitantly, "if that's not off limits."

"Margo is my first child. She was made 5 years ago." The Queen's answer was short and void of details. This was not her story to tell.

"Alright," the reporter said rising. "Thank you very much for speaking with me." He bowed. "Enjoy the rest of your evening,"

When the parlor door closed behind the pudgy vampire Mia heaved a sigh of relief.

"Finally," she said. "Honestly could he not have gotten that information from any of the dozens of other interviews I've given? They never ask any interesting questions."

"I'm sure he would have had some," Margo laughed softly, "If you'd not declared my making and existence off limits."

"Your making is your business," Mia said stoically. "It is not my place to tell it. Now, on to more interesting matters. Mr. Brighton,"

"Please Majesty, call me Henry."

"Henry," she smiled, "who are your people? Are you from Alabama originally?"

"No Ma'am. I am originally from Ohio. I went to Tennessee for college. I eventually left and made my way south and ended up here."

"And your family?"

"None to speak of. Parents died when I was young. I don't have any siblings. I grew up in foster care mostly."

Margo knew all of this. Henry had told her everything the night she'd shared her story with him.

"How old are you," Mia asked politely. "I have become a terrible judge of human age."

"I just turned 32 last month," he answered. "I guess I'm sort of the oldest person here." He laughed.

"In a way," she laughed.

A human staff member entered with two bottles of Tru Blood and a glass of sweet tea.

"And how long have you been seeing Margo?"

Margo sat blushing.

"Only a month, Majesty."

"Not before."

"No Ma'am. We danced at Fangtasia's opening but we did not go out for the first time until a few days later."

"And she as fed on you?"

Now he was blushing. "Yes Ma'am."

"More than once?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"You offer your blood willingly, she has not glamoured you into it?"

"Very willingly. She has never glamoured me."

Mia sat for a moment, thinking.

"Very well. You have my blessing to continue this relationship if that is what you wish."

"It is Majesty," Henry said. "What I wish at least."

"Me too," Margo said taking his hand.

Mia smiled. "Then you can call me Mia," she instructed, "in private. If we speak at Fangtasia or ever in the company of others I ask that you please use a more formal greeting, though do not feel the need to call me Majesty."

"Yes your Majesty," he laughed. "I mean Mia. Thank you."

"Alright," she said standing. "I have taken up enough of your evening. You two are free to go. Please have her home by 4:30."

"Yes Ma'am," Henry said bowing.

"Goodnight," she said smiling. "Have fun."

The couple walked quietly out the door to Henry's truck. In a motion too quick for Henry to see Margo's arms were around him, her lips pressed to his.

"Thank you," she said. "You were great."

"No sweat," he said. "She's not as scary as you'd expect a Queen to be."

"She likes you," Margo smiled.

(Notes:

Princess Amelia of Great Britain was the third child of King George II. You can find information about her online. She never married and lived with her father until his death. I simply adapted her story to include being made a vampire in her late 20's.)