Midnight Roses | By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's Note: Yet another batch of corrections to upload. There were so many typos and I added some small things for clarification. Each chapter will be re-upped with the changes I made.
By: FlameWolf
Interlude One: MemoryWind howled around the stone castle as one of the summer storms rolled in. A lone figure stood staring out of one of the high windows. The man closed his blue eyes and breathed deep, catching small scents on the wind. This window overlooked the entire valley as well as the small village miles away. He could just see the small torches burning to keep the town lit. His long hair blowing in the wind, the young man found himself content with his small world.A small, pale hand gently reached forward to grasp his. Tenderly, he lifted the delicate appendage up to his lips and kissed it as he turned to face a young woman. The hair from his mustache and goatee gently tickled her skin with the light brush, causing her to let out a soft giggle. She was very pale and dressed in a very thin sleeping gown. She barely came up to the man's shoulder and he was twice her muscle mass as well. Blushing, she smiled up at him; her emerald eyes shining in the moonlight. The man, dressed in royal armor, knelt before her graciously while gazing up at her. One of his gauntlet clad hands came to rest on her rounded abdomen. “Our son is strong, Sir Vlad,” she whispered almost nervously.
Smirking, the tall lord rose to his feet with a faint look of annoyance. “My dear Elizabeta, how many times must I ask you to address me as Vlad?” he queried, the wind blowing his long, raven locks gently. His blue eyes looked down at her with unconditional love.
With a blush, she turned her gaze and muttered, “My apologies but it isn't proper to address you so.” Rolling his eyes, he merely grasped her to him while stroking her hair. Inside he was conflicted. He would be joining the Crusades to help quell an uprising in his lands and hoped he would be back in time for the birth of his heir. Still holding her close, the shadowy king turned to the window. There was blood on the wind tonight, which boded ill in superstition. He couldn't help but believe some of the peasant foolishness as he looked down on the fragile woman beside him.
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