Princess Deidre.
Princess Deidre.
Accept this offering.
Please bless our sacrifice.
It was tiring.
All of it.
Deidre sat on the throne, the dark red and black dress that hugged her figure uncomfortably flowing to the ground. The court members surrounded her throne, all speaking aimlessly as she simply stared forward, tapping her foot on the floor. Three long tables sat in a U shape in front of her, wine cups filled with a thick red liquid placed carefully on the table.
“Princess?”
Deidre looked up, snapping back to reality. “Hmm? Oh, thank you.” She said politely as she grabbed the cup being handed to her.
“Our newest sacrifice will be arriving soon. Have you any plans for them, Princess?”
“Not yet.” Her voice was low, almost uncaring.
Deidre didn’t expect to lead the court so soon, but after the surprising death of her parents, it was obvious that she would have to take the job.
Princess Deidre.
It was a title she was not quite used to yet. She was always considered a princess, even before the demise of her parents, but it was all she heard now. Princess, princess.
“Princess?”
“Yes?” Deidre looked over at the member of her court, a newly turned member who was still getting used to the ins and outs of their lifestyle. She was timid, nervous, just a baby vampire.
“They’ve arrived.”
