Sitting on his throne the King finds himself stressed over a certain minx...and absolutely famished. He can't even remember when was the last time he has had a meal or even a drop of "blood," if you could even call it that. "I need fresh food..." He whispers to himself as his hungry eyes wander over to his young personal maid."Kiyomi, come here." He moves forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, as he watched the young maid approach him.

Sensing his stress she approaches him slowly, climbing up the few steps that lead to the King's throne. Once right in front of him, she bows her head and moves to massage his tense shoulders. "What has you so stressed, my King?" She says in a whisper, slightly leaning on him to better her reach. Without waiting for a response she says, "I know you have a duty to your people, but I think it would be best for you to take a break for a bit." Not once thinking about her position as a simple maid, she speaks her mind. Something the King has grown to like.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, the King takes a whiff of the one thing he craves more than anything else... her blood. Drunk off of her scent he grabs one of her wrists and spins her around the side of the chair so she falls backward, flawlessly, onto his lap. She yelped, blushing brightly, surprised by his sudden movements. Even in the chair, his figure doubles hers, he can't help but love that. In a daze he looks down at her, debating on his next move.

"M-my K-king? Is everything o-okay?" She starts to shift a little attempting to fix her legs that are flung over the side of the chair, basically in the air and her short revealing dress does not cover much.

He saw her lips moving, not knowing a bit of what she said. His focus was solely on her perfectly shaped lips, so soft...So beautiful. At this the young maid's face brightened more so feeling beyond flustered she struggled to find the right works to the King's claim. Unknown to her he had no intention of saying that aloud.

Cradling the small female gently in his arms he brushes some hair back, away from her face and neck. He takes a minute to admire how soft and fragile ever curve on her body looks. He admires the way her eyes always manage to catch the suns rays to perfectly, brightening her hazel eyes tenfold. He admired the way her rosy cheeks were always a light shade of pink around him. He admired the way her black silk-like hair flowed behind her when she walked. Taking a breath he inhales her delicious scent through his nose. "Your blood smells so good, Kiyomi."

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