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Krul paced the floor of her throne room. Surely there were more productive things that she could with her time, she tried to remind herself, although on the other hand, one day out of two-thousand wasn’t going to make all that much difference in the grand scheme of things. Especially seeing as it was Mikaela who had been given a mission to accomplish for the day, not her, and having been raised under her care, there was no way that he fail at such a simple task.
So why, then, did Krul find herself unable to settle down?
Just then, the door to her chamber creaked open.
“Mika.”
Her pet had returned.
He knelt at the sound of his name, a habit. She thought that he might do it in his sleep at this point.
The vampire queen sauntered toward him, cupping his chin in her hand, a silent permission to look upon her. “Did my pet miss me?”
The look she caught before he adverted his eyes told her everything.
“You did, didn’t you!” She sneered, allowing her hand to drop from his face, although he continued to kneel. “Although, perhaps it was only my blood you craved. I’ve found that at times the human side you cling to so addles your head.”
Mika spoke, although he kept his eyes fixed toward Krul's boots. “Is it possible that you’re the one who missed me?”
Krul raised her hand, but stopped just short of the boy’s cheek.
He failed to wince.
A good pet should give a play bite now again, she thought, before exposing her neck and allowing for a much longer, harder bite of a much different kind.
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