Light Hearts and Dark Ways

Chapter 3

The two maids walked back into my room, both seeming a little exhausted. They bowed as the walked by, and inform me that they are going to prepare my bath after they grab my clothes. I was not too demanding or picky on what to wear, however today it had to be white.

 "Excuse me ladies, but I was demanded to wear all white. Please, as one gets my clothes, one of you go heat my bath up. I was asked to well shaven and tidy. I fear I will not be prepared in time."

 One of the servants nodded her head and the other continue to go through my clothes. I pace back and forth through my room pondering what is the fate that awaits me in the future. What is going to happen during the feast before we are set of to Langston?  I had this gut feeling inside me that it is not on my side of liking. Then again, this may just be like any other time with the council's. Except the council members are not here...

Before I could conjure any more negative thoughts of what awaits me, there was a tap on my door. "Excuse me Sir, your water is ready." 

This was something that really did not happen often. Bathing... Mother ordered it to be done at least once a month, but father said it was never really needed. We are lucky if he baths more than three times a year. When I walked into the bathing chamber, lavender awaited my senses. It smelled glorious, it was as good as the sinning that the pope preaches on. The tub, of course, was wooden. The steam rose up from the water as it sat there looking hotter than the sun.  I slightly nodded my head showing my appreciation. "Thank you, you are excused now."

She whispered a small "Yes", and walked out after bowing. You would think that they would get sick of it, and all servants probably do. Sometimes royalty gets so old. I always go back to what if I was not royal, would life be better easier to live? Would there be rigorous expectations on how to live your life the classy way? 

I sat there waiting for my bath to get a little colder while I envisage the unimaginable future . As I sat there a little longer, the steam went down. It looked more comfortable to sit and relax in. I began taking my clothes off piece by piece soaking up objects around me, and the royalty that was always disposed to me. Although, the bath thing... I guess you can say it has been a while.

Sitting next to the tub was a chair. On top was this glass bottle and block of soap with a scrubbing tool next to it. I remembered when I was younger, this use to be my mother's job. She would scrub me softly and sung to me some soft songs. She use to tell me about becoming king, and how one day I will make her happy. She was the only one that wasted any time time on me and actually enjoyed it. She was the mother that any person would dream of, and always encouraged me to be the me that I set myself out to be. I was my own future, and of course that was more common sense,  but we both knew what she meant. I still had some things to work on myself physically and mentally everyday.  

My body was not the man everyone dreamed of. I did not look excessively huge, pack with muscle like some vampires did. I had some muscle here and there. I was not pruny  or skinny, but I was never there to impress any female. I always believed that my parents had my life made out for me the way they acted, but I guess no one is perfect. 

I stepped one foot in after the other, and the water was so nice. My muscles loosened up and nothing from the outside world bothered me. Soon enough, I was doing what was asked and the meeting could not get here any faster. 

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I was all dressed in white, which was something that was not always an opportunity. I really did not like the color white. It was too plain... too pure. I always had something that stood out of white, like gold or black. It almost made me feel uncomfortable. Can't someone ever imagine walking into a room with nothing but white? It was like some psychological torture. Is this what human's belief of Heaven? This is rather... boring. 

Before, one of the servants was in my room waiting for me after I got out the tub. I thank every "god" that was out there that had given the people on earth the inventions of a towel. It was a perfect idea to clean up every dripping puddle around us and still covered us semi-dry. 

Once again back to my room. The minute I got there, she was sitting on my bed. She swiftly grabbed some strong masculine scented components, and lavished me in it. If I was forced to breath every seven seconds, I think I would have chocked. She set it back where she found it and hopped up and brushed her dress off before bowing and leaving. I attempted to dress myself while looking in the mirror. I did not believe I was fit for my mother standards, but it was good enough. 

Close after, I walked across many halls and stairs to meet the dining room. Walking back and forth was the task I seem to be given everyday. Secretly, I think my father enjoys it. There was two guards waiting at the doors and once I came across from them the doors opened, and all the chatting ceased. The queen and king both stood up, and looked at me. Everyone else was sitting at a long table, of course each and everyone of them was high members of vampires that lived in Noxwell. Mother smiled like always, on the other hand Henry kept a straight face but slightly curled his lips. I guess this was his way of saying welcome. 

The room around bowed their heads except my parents, and I walked by towards them. "Good Afternoon, mother... father..." I acknowledged both of them bowing. 

"I hope that all of you acknowledge my son tonight, for I will soon be stepping down the throne. It is time he find himself a wife and stop moping around," the crowd went into small fits of laughter. I was going to deject what my father said, but before I could he continued. 

"Today, we are continuing the long family line tradition. As you know, this line of vampires has set out to be ruthless, but steady. We rule for not the the kingdom, but our generation of creatures. We rule not for humans, but for our family. As we vampires, are a long line that started from the Vauclain family members, we are set out to do anything that would pleased them in their grave they lay. My son, here today, is taking the pledge before setting out to Langston. He there will find a wife, where I have found mine."

The crowd all clapped and many smiled. 

"My son is wearing white to shine purity. Though the art shall be ruined and stained. He will break the any tides that make him innocent or clean. He will do what wills to be done in order to protect us. He is taking promise that he will not only protect himself, but your children, and his children. The generations will keep England in shape, until it can not be shaped no more." He kept his speech and I stood there rather awkwardly. Mother sat down after he finished the sentence, but merely was that the end. I was not prepared to make any promise, no one told me about some tradition. 

"As he swears to oath, he will justify all measures. Today, he is going to kill his first promising love. For years, he has been forced to drink from wine glasses and other cups. We will not only serve the most high vampires in Noxwell a show, but a severity yet sad crime. A lady that has been there for Alexander Williams for quiet some times, she has listened and cared for him. This woman has even loved my own son, and with a big heart comes to big measures and actions. What will one do for his own kingdom is going to be proven today..." 

With what my father said, broke my heart later after. I could not even believe my own eyes, for even my still heart came alive.