It had been an extended and apprehensive night, after hours of formalities; I finally retire to my chambers intended for some much desirable respite. I eradicate my custom-made suit, and put on a dressing gown. I tenderly fluff my pillow and unwrap my sheets. I loll down and befall swallowed by the softness of my mattress, my tresses lay akin to silk around my head. I trace royal fingers around the column of my throat, there two blemishes marred from a vampire imbibing from me. I want to scream, these feeding sessions have become too much, he leaves me fragile and fatigued. My body aches with the tenderness and dizziness, soon enough my throat will be as scarred as my wrists. My back aches from sitting and standing all day, my copious chest is another one of my many burdens I am forced to bear. My father left me one day when I was thirteen the infection finally took him. I was forced to take over the family Headship, in spite of my uncle's rage. It's all gone down hill from there, my eyesight, my health, everything. I can no longer see as well, and I thought it was bad when I was younger. Now I can't make it up the stairs well either. It's because I smoke, I smoke because of stress, and stress is so heavy, always, I have so much to do, a day never goes wasted. It tires me greatly, everyday, I fatigue myself, to the point that I very well may perhaps hospitalize myself. Yet everyday I do it. What else shall I do? There is pain in my body daily, in my lungs, my back and my head. There is no one else I would want to burden with my job, except maybe Satan himself. I cannot even find the time to look for a marriage partner. I'm pathetic. I will never marry; the best years of my life have gone out the window. I'm already 24. I should have an heir by now, but my stubbornness and my bullheadedness have cost me that. I will not stand for this insecurity; my life is a fleeting excuse, a passing trend, and a disappearing abomination. I have long lost the will to live. The queen has ordered me to produce a beneficiary, within the next two years. I am not married; it will be unfeasible to find a young fellow to marry in the next year, to produce the heir. I will never be able to consummate these orders, for me it is next to impossible. She has issued the orders that I cannot adopt the child either; it must be a blood heir. On other terms, Alucard has failed to train his toy in time for the final scuffle, the little thing managed to get herself beaten up and has failed to protect it's commander. Fortunately I am ingénue enough to protect myself enough that I won't die. Alucard managed to put his brute strength together enough that he killed Incognito. The vampire threat is not over, it has only begun.
