The Descendant

II - The King.

Thoughts paraded throughout my mind, several instances made their way through, though none of them held their weight in curiosity. None, except one.

This was an incident that happened only a couple weeks ago, in fact. It was a curious situation involving the death of one of the humans. Usually, such cases weren't given much regard, since most of the time, the cause of death was by a vampire - and vampires were never held accountable against the bleeders.

But, there was something different about this case... usually, murders were pretty cut and dry, the guilty party would normally step up, aware of their immense privilege, they never received any sort of real charges against them. They often walked free, as if nothing had occurred. Though in this case, none of that happened. Instead, a section of the neighborhood was cut off, the residence of the victim was completely guarded all night and day, making sure no one slips up against their system.

I knew more about the case, I knew more than what I had originally lead on. I saw it happen, witnessing the crime, I didn't think too much about it. After all, death was a common occurrence in the sections. Yet, there was something that warned me - cautioning me to keep my mouth shut, for the case involved several fine details. I knew it was more than what meets the eye.

Maria snapped me out of my lucid thoughts, clapping her hands together, she demanded my attention, snapping her fingers. "Sakkara! You need to knee the dough, form it into a nice shape! King Ivar will be expecting something nice... don't be such an amateur about it!" hollered my caretaker, setting aside a few caramelized apples, she sweetened them up with some spices, cinnamon.

It smelled wonderful.

"Do you know what time he'll be here?" I asked, my painted fingertips poking and stretching apart the dough.

Though I tried my hardest not to make it known, I actually found herself a bit... excited. Anxious for his arrival. And who could blame me? Meeting a King wasn't a very common occurrence, I had been in this world for twenty-two years, all of that time, and I still haven't even seen his royal highness.

Though I have heard many rumors surrounding his infamous name, I wondered if any of them held any truth. Most of the females in the camp swooned over him, imagining what he may look like - some even sworn they've seen him. Laid eyes upon his icy stare.

My curiosity would be sated soon enough though, for the day was going by quickly, especially now that I had something to do, something to look forward to.

I'd release a dreamy sigh, biting at my lower lip as my thoughts pondered, my curiosity obviously getting the best of me.

"Are you sure he even likes pie? let alone apple pie?" I asked, my bright eyes peering over towards Maria's brown ones, a brow arching.

"Of course he does, who doesn't love a nice, homemade pie? Plus, I already told you, Chiquita. He will appreciate the gesture. Knowing he has a section that is grateful to him, I'm sure that will put a smile on his face," answered Maria, through her gaze, it was clear to see that my precious caretaker felt some way for the King. Like the other girls, perhaps she was smitten by him. Brainwashed by his disingenuous care.

"Have you ever... met the King?", I couldn't help herself. There was so much mystery surrounding his royal name, surrounding King Ivar. I just had to know more. And it would seem like my curiosity pleased Maria, for my motherly caretaker emitted a subtle smile, apparently lost in her thoughts - she wandered off, releasing a content hum, her soft eyes met with mine.