Army of the Damned

VOLUME 14 Chapter 7

The next morning, Jackson awakens with his hair all messed up and without any clothes. Opening his eyes properly, he turns to his right to look at the window that has its shutters closed. The rays of morning light give him a nice view of Elizabeth's bare hairless body and her porcelain white skin, seemingly gleaming as she stands, leaning on the window's frame as trails of smoke from the incense burner wraps around her.

It was a picturesque sight of her. Jackson could only mutter in his mind that if she could've been painted as it was now, with the slits of the window screens raying the light of the foreign star to her. It would be akin to being the perfect image of the ideal woman but there were also the dangers of such beauty.

The perfect lure for unsuspecting men. With the warm color of the foreign sun glazing her white skin. As she gazed out at the street below, he knew very well she was planning, thinking of something devious and unsightly against those who stood in her way. But at the same time, he couldn't help but hope she was also at peace, with how calm she was. He knew the intimate time he spent with them was more than worth it to see them in such a state.

Though his mind was still heavy from just waking up after such an affair, thoughts ran around his head. One thing was the same all throughout, she is like a viper. Sleek, long, beautiful, and attractive yet dangerous and harrowing.

With her arms around her thin waist. She watched as the morning came to the city. "My Lord, what do you think? I doubt not that he is after something in my beloved Kingdom."

With the fragrance of the burning incense overtaking his nose, he was unable to grasp his surroundings as his senses were instantly overwhelmed just after waking and his sight, lightly clouded by the aroma's smoke. A glance from her sideways face, the sharp jawline and nose with her light makeup that accentuates her piercing eyes and supple lips. The light smirk from her exposed her predatory fang.

"H-Huh?" He instantly touches himself down below and as expected, his body reacted as natural even after the long night. "Once upon an era, Kings and Queens would stop what they were doing to gaze at me, even for a moment. Even those of my own Court wouldn't pass a chance. The Kingdom I've made with my King was one to not be trifled with. Everyone knew of its danger and strength." She then makes one long sigh. Walking towards the bed, her salacious presence was eye watering to the man.

Sitting down on the corner, the blonde woman put her chin up. "I hope you unmask what devious intent he had conjured upon my country now that we've reached the stage wherein we may grasp a section of the bigger picture.'' Although he did his best to try to listen, his blood was far too busy going down to his waist to fully retain himself. She just scoff and smiles at the sight of her Lord all buttered up by her body. "You know... My Lord. If we were to marry. I'd have to give you not only money but also a Manor. As is customary in the Vampire Kingdom for the one with the higher purity of blood to be the one to provide upon marriage."

Alana then walks in and proceeds to disrobe herself right in front of the two. She was quick and efficient, not giving him the moment to lay upon her with his eyes more as she gets her long tan skirt out and walking shoes. "Hm? That's odd. You've awakened early today, M'Lord." his eyes were bloodshot and his face looked as if he just got dropped from the skies. "Hard sleep and... uhhh..." he looked down on himself and then to her. "Hard reaction."

Laughing, the Countess then turns around. "But, M'Lord. Since we are in Gareth. We can actually just say we're married. They do not have a ceremony like we do in the Kingdom of Rose." With her outfit now changed. She then turns her attention to the Queen. The sides of her breast spilling out from the view behind. "Your Majesty, would you be interested in an Elizabeth Pudding for today?" She turned around and greeted the breakfast meal with a cheery nod. "Is that so? Very well. Something local from our country is much preferable after such a night. Would you like to help me in preparing the table, My Lord?" the nods as the man grudgingly got out of the bed with the sheets wrapped around his waistline.