The evening's stars twinkled brightly above him, only adding to his anticipation of the night. It was in his lessons to remain neutral, composed. And he had mastered that fairly quickly and easily. But..it was as if all of his training, everything he has worked on his whole life..crumbled as soon as he set eyes on her. And he couldn't wait to see her again.
The young vampire king shrugged on his coat and gloves, taking the steps two at a time to the carriage that awaited him out front. He spoke the destination and the driver set off. His gaze was set on the landscape of 12 century Paris. He often came here, his mistress being the main reason, but it was also one of his favorite properties. French was his second favorite language to speak, next to his native language.
The horses clamored to a halt, the stagecoach climbed out and opened the door for him, his heeled boots hitting the cobblestone. In her letter --per his request for it to be in Arabic, something he was studying as well, she said to meet near a church of all places. Why? He didn't know, but that was something else he loved about her -love, he never used that word- it to work to learn about her, her past, her motives.
He wandered for a few minutes, anxiously checking his watch. She had specified when, but she liked to keep him waiting, knowing damn well that he would. Fucking tease...
At that thought, he spotted a midnight blue hijab, it's fabric billowing in the wind. He made his steps utterly silent and suck up on her, planting a kiss on the shell of her ear.
"Adiva..." She giggled slightly and turned around to face him. Her gorgeous amber eyes glinted in the moonlight, framed by long thick dark brown lashes.
"Karl... You came." She took her his hands in her own, allowing him to pull her close.
"I'm the King. I go where I please. And seeing you pleases me." He spoke with an air of conceit and pride. His words caused the blood to rush to her cheeks under the fabric that covered the lower half of her face.
"And you I, Your Highness. What I have to tell you does not deserve to be written in a letter." She looked down at her feet, feeling shameful and filthy. The Muslim woman did enjoy being with the young king, but..this was far too much. The thought of the future terrified her, probably even more so than his reaction to her confession.
Karlheinz tilted his head in slight confusion. Adiva was often a quiet storm, watching and waiting, the one that knew everyone and everything going around her while no one knew a thing about her, but never shy. That was another thing he enjoyed, her air of mystery. "What do you mean, dear?"
She sighed, falling into his chest, not bothered by the lack of heartbeat. "I.. am with child, Karlheinz..."
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The Missing One // DL Fanfic
FanfictionBefore his wives, his sons, the hybrids, the Adam and Eve project, back when he was a new king, Karlheinz made one small, simple mistake. He had a child. A bastard, his tiny glimpse of human emotion caused a tear in his better judgment, as it does u...
