Royal Blood Vampire KTH x Reader

Royal Blood

"Y/N, for the last time, we are doing what needs to be done" your father says, sitting high and mighty on his throne.

"Your reasoning is counterproductive" you tell him, unfazed by his power. "Any supernaturals left in our kingdom are growing restless by the day. If they continue to live in fear of being hunted and killed, they will eventually turn on us and take power. If we give them equal rights as everyone else there will be harmony between us."

"If we leave any alive they can use their abilities against us" your father fires back. "They have far superior skills and talents than us mere humans, so they must be kept them out of the picture if we want to have secure power over the throne."

"You sound like you're scared of them" you say in a near mocking tone. "Terrified, even."

"I am and I have every right to be" he retorts. "Don't you remember your history lessons? Remember how the supernaturals nearly stole the throne from your grandfather?"

"That was a simply a group of extremists" you reply. "The actions of a single group cannot and should not reflect on the people they come as a whole."

"I shall show no weakness or mercy, end of discussion" your father tells you. "I have an important meeting soon, so you may show yourself out."

He waves his hand at you, dismissing your presence. You stomp away, the guards open the doors to the throne room, letting you out. How can he not see how he makes anyone who is classified as a supernatural resent the throne? People like vampires, werewolves, elves, the undead, psychics, witches, and wizards. Hell, he even hunts down dragons and phoenix's, which is causing problems to the ecosystems they inhabit. Most aren't even aggressive unless they are provoked.

You march down to the courtyard and head towards your battle gear. You have some servants help you put them on.

"Marie, can you grab my sword for me?" you ask one servant.

"Yes, m'lady" she says while bowing her head before rushing away to get your sword. A minute later she comes back and bows down, handing your sword to you with both hand. "As you requested, princess."

You take the sword from her and the she joins the servants standing to the side. You look at the prop dummies in front of you and make a plan of attack. Taking the sword and swing at the the first dummy, placing several strikes before going on to the next, and then the next.

"Are you taking your anger out on the poor dummies again, my child?" a female voice asks. You turn around to see your mother approaching. "Knowing how to not only control your emotions but to properly release them in vital, Y/N."

"I'm getting there" you reply. "I've surely grown a lot since I was a child."

"You have. I remember being afraid you'd accidentally kill someone whenever you got angry."

"I did have quite a fearsome temper then. But learning control and release was just a part of my journey in becoming a woman. I couldn't have come so far without your guidance."

You place your sword on a rack as you see your mother have the servants help her put on her sparring gear. You order the servants to do you the same.

"I'm your mother, it's my job to make sure my daughter grows to be a strong, mature, independent woman" she tells you. "I remember how in the beginning, when I was helping you learn how to control and release your emotions, you used to punch and beat your pillows until we had to get you new ones. You beat them so bad that they would get all flat and the feathers would start coming out."

"I remember that well" you reply. "Now I beat up on these dummies to get extra training."

"Do these 'dummies' include your mother?" your mother teases as you both get into fighting stances.