((LoLz, I can imagine. At least it's a touch screen, and you don't have to turn the dails))

Rosaleen blushed as Tutti fixed her up and comlimented her again. She then agreed as the two rushed her down to the dinning room. She sat at the foot of the table, expecting Hamlet to sit at the head away from her, as her uncle and aunt did.

As Hamlet and Zaberisk entered the room she stood and curtised. "Ma' Lord. I Apologize for distrupting you earlier and causing you to act out. I shall not allow it to happen again." She said as she came back up. She waited until he sat to sit also. She glanced around the room in wonder.

It was decorated in rich Reds, (That must not have been the problem, She thought to herself) And Golds. There was a gaint fireplace that took up the whole wall, and above it was a painting of Hamlet that looked to be a few decades old at least. She eyed the rich expensive China that sat on the large table. Surely they would not be dining on such.

They are white china, with beautiful flowers painted on them so delicatly they seemed almost alive. As if one would touch it and it would open up in your palm. She sighed silently as the beauty of the room, and innocently wished she could explore more of it, but knowing her luck, she would end up killing herself next time. Not just a cut finger, and a bloody nose.

Although he kept his face calm and stoic as he nodded at Rosaleen's apology, Hamlet felt quite shocked and somewhat...relieved that there was a possibly chance that she mistook his vampiric urges as the actions of a madman as Zaberisk had told him during their discussion when they made their way to the dining room. Zaberisk smiled at the young mistress's apology but decided to trek carefully and ask her to confirm both his and Hamlet's suspicions.

"So Madame," He began as he took his master's seat for Hamlet to sit, whom faced directly infront of her, in which Theodore did the same for Rosaleen as Tutti placed the napkins in her lap and around her neck very much like Zaberisk had done for Hamlet. As the chefs, assistant chefs and servants began placing the entrees onto the table for the couple to eat, and Zaberisk dismissing them to get ready for the second course when the couple had finished. The entree was a two pieces of lightly fried Orange Glazed Chicken pieces and Champange for Rosaleen. Hamlet's dish was Tender Shreadded beek that looked somewhat raw and really red wine.

"May I inquire as to what your beliefs in Master Hamlet's...episode. Because as his physician I need to know what was the trigger for his little outburst. Afterall, my master has been quite frail since he was young." Zaberisk smiled charmingly, as Hamlet watched silently as he ate his meal, which he was glad was raw since the meat was somewhat bleeding and coated with cow's blood in the guise of sauce/marinade, hoping that Rosaleen would fall for the lie.

It was wrong to lie to his beloved but it was essential for the survival of everyone in the castle as well as Rosaleen since like many if his brides before her, attempted to flee only to be killed, drained of their blood and burnt to ashes. Hamlet did not want to have such a fate fall onto his beloved, since before the wedding he did got to know her a little bit and found her simply angelic.

"Well..I had thought that perhaps it were the redness of my dress earlier, but seeing how this room and plenty others are decorated with red, that clearly isn't it. I'm afraid the only explanation, was that the sight of my blood, somehow triggered him to act out. Perhaps it was the scent that my extra Pheromone sent off, I've read that certain people can smell it and it causes a nerve in the brain to twitch." Rosaleen said cutting her chicken and taking small bites.

She rarely showed off how smart she was, but science, and medicine were two things that really sparked her interest. In face, while living with her uncle, she had convinced a servant to teach her to read, then she began to ready any and all medical and science Journals she could find. When her uncle found out; Quite recently, He had taken her books away deeming them inappropriate for a women, none the less a women her age.

She continued to chew, as while speaking she had stopped holding the fork just to her lips. She flushed lightly as she dripped a small amount of red wine from the side of her mouth. It had slid from the corner of her lips and down her chin, and neck and landed in a soft pool in the nap of her neck. She grabbed her napkin and dabbed it away. "So sorry, Excuse my rudeness." She said truly flustered.

"Ah is that your conclusion? A logical one but no. You see my charge here," At this point, Zaberisk has placed his gloved hands on Hamlet's shoulder who had finished eating, as he rang the bell for the servants to take the dishes away and bring on the second course.

"Has always had an irrational fear and strong reaction to blood, the mere sight and smell of it will set him off." Zaberisk replied, slightly lying through his teeth.

At this Hamlet rolled his eyes thinking of how ironic it would be to have a vampire whom is scared of blood. It was true that out of most of his family members, he had the strongest reastion towards blood but it wasn't because of fear. It was mainly because his bloodlust was much stronger than most, comparable to that of a shark, which would often lead him into a feeding frenzy.

"So it is advised that you try not to bleed in his presence." Zaberisk ended with a smile, signalling for the others to come in with the main course, which was Baked Scallops for Rosaleen and for Hamlet Pork Wellington that once again looked slightly raw.

Hamlet decied to speak up, "So Rosaleen, you read? That's quite rare for a woman to be well-read. What brought on this interest?" Indeed it was quite rare but for Rosaleen it added a sense of exoticness as well as making her more endearing. This is mainly because when he was travelling, Hamlet met and found that there were some places that women had more freedom and rank then they did here in London.

"Well, I grew tired of sitting around knitting, cooking, and cleaning, then sitting around some more all day. So I persuaded one of my uncles Servants to secretly teach me how to read during the night, while my uncle slept. The cheapest books to buy you see, were science journals and medical books. So I would send him on tasks to buy new ones every few weeks. Until I could say the entire alphabet forwards and backwards, and read up to three books a day." She said stopping every few moments to take a tiny bite here and there.

((I've never eaten Scallops so if I describe how to eat them wrong let me know))

When she was finished she sneaked a glance at Hamlet while he ate. His beef wellington looked undercooked, but he was devouring it as if he had never eaten before, so she dared not comment on it. Instead she smiled up at him and took another sip of wine, careful not to spill any this time. She had never drank wine before, and already the servants had filled her glass a third time. She was feeling quite lightheaded.

She almost burst out laughing as she tried to cut open one of the scallops with her knife and instead hit the table. Covering her mouth with her napkin she set the knife down and placed the napkin over her plate, deciding she had, had enough to eat, and drink. She wasn't full from the main course, but living with her uncle she had grown accustomed to rarely being full. Instead she sat stright in her chair and examined the room again with quite awe.

[[lol it is okay. The way you described them was one of the fun ways that most open it. I tend to do that majority of the time anyway and its fun ^w^ And just to let you know they sometimes taste like mashed potatoes. By the way, I read somewhere that Vampires can eat food but the food they eat is mostly raw and bleeding meat. So I'm going with what I know here.]]

"Ah I see. Those burdens are no longer yours, Rosaleen as you are my wife and are noble. Thus you must be treated like one so please, enjoy the luxuires my humble abode has to offer. Theodore and Tutti will guide you to the places of interests." Here Theodore and Tutti bowed to show that they understood what their orders were.

"However, in the presence of honoured guests, I expect you to be on your best behaviour amongst the men since they, I must admit, can be quite conservative. So try your best to keep that knowledge to yourself, unless you are having an intellectual battle of wits with one of their wives." Hamlet added, as he sipped his wine again, holding himself quite well.

As Hamlet watched in fascination, as he ate, at Rosaleen's attempt to eat her scallops and couldn't help but chuckle with mirth. The way Rosaleen tried to eat the seafood was interesting, maybe because of the fact that she was slightly tipsy from her drink, made her seem somewhat like a child. Something he had always watched but know will never get the chance to enjoy, since Hamlet, as a vampire was impotent. They can have intercourse, of course, but have given up the ability of flight and procreation since they have broken off from their bretheren, the incubi, in exchange for super senses and heigtened abilities.

Or so his 'father' had always taught him, Hamlet believed differently saying that they were once human but were cursed either by a spell or plague that although made them supernatural rendered them impotent as well as 'gifting' them with demons and the lust for blood.

"Madame are you full? We haven't gotten on to the dessert yet." Zaberisk asked as he got the servants to take the dishes, and silently whispered one of the head servants to feed the leftovers to the 'pets', and got the other servants to bring in the dessert.

The chef told, with a strange and thick accent, that the sweet and sour raspberry, strawberry and cherry pavlova the red of the berries topping the white merignue pavlova making it sugary pink which was reserved for the young Mistress Rosaleen and a strikingly blood red cake with white icing that was reserved for the young Master Hamlet.

"Ah the Red Velvet. My favourite." Hamlet saighed in happiness as he took a bit off and placed it in his mouth, the cake melting in his mouth as he sighe in euphoria.

[[By the by, the cake Hamlet is eating is jampacked with blood so he can eat it. ^___^ Trying to make him as human as I can. lol the Red Velvet is possibly one of ONLY the cakes, in the world, that vampires can and would love to eat when they try to be human.]]

((LOLz, Yes I've read about 6 vampire books that spoke of them eating normal food as long as they were either packed with blood or still uncooked....ish))

Rosaleen smiled as he informed her to behave and dropped it. She bit her lip sligtly wondering if she was being rather embarressing. "No sir, I'm just not too fond of sea food." She said as the cook brought in deserts and refilled her glass. She was slightly tempted to finish off this last glass, but thought better of it and ignored it, instead she took a bite of the desert that was placed in front of her.

At first the bitter taste hit her, then an odd iron taste coated her mouth as she ran her tongue over her fork. She thought to ignore it and not be rude, but the taste was so overwhelming. "Uh...I'm sorry to be a bother, but I can't stomach this." She said silently, almost hoping the cook hadn't heard her.

She hated to be such a bother, and he had clearly worked hard on this dish, but the taste it sort of reminded her of......Blood. She gagged and dropped her fork. Her desert had blood in it....She stood up and set her napkin from her lap and around her neck on the table. "I'm sorry!" She cried then ran up stairs and into her rest room, finally throwing up everything she had just eaten into the chamber pot. At least she was careful to grab her hair in one hand so as not to get any in it.

[[Wow, I just read that fact over the internet. What are the titles of the book? I must read them. They must be better than the Twilight series.]]

Hamlet's eyes widen in mid-bite as he saw Rosaleen bolted out of the room looking very sick as Tutti and Theodore ran after her to see what was wrong with their charge. Zaberisk whom then glared at the chefs and assitant chefs in question, but soon smiled rather demonically.

"May I inquire who mixed the actual berries with blood? If the Mistress finds out that we're all vampires here, there will be HELL to pay." Zaberisk said, unnaturally calmly, putting heavy emphasis on certain words. The people in question moved back, not wanting to anger the butler with dishonesty, abandoning their collegue whom was now trembling under the wrath of Zaberisk.

As the young assistant spluttered loudly in apologies and tears, Zaberisk was merciless and unrelenting as he told the servants to gag the man and burn him in the incinerator. Hamlet couldn't care less as the weight of the situation rained down on him, and he finally ran after his beloved bride.

When he got there, Tutti was holding her charge's hair up as Theodore whom had gotten some of Zaberisk's medicinal drams and was currently pouring some into a spoon, readying himself to give it his mistress.

"Rosaleen, are you feeling any better? I apoligise for my chef's fatal mistake, it shall not happen again."

((The only name I can remember is Vampire Kisses.))

Rosaleen sighed and looked up at him wiping her mouth, She was even more pale then normal and trembling. "I...I'm fine." She said as she took the medicine from Theodore and walked over to her bed. She sat down and tried to hold her composer. Truth be told she wanted to break down and cry. She was scared of what she had been thrown into. She wasn't sure if perhaps she was in the house of a sadistic psychopath, or a mad man.

She looked up at Hamlet and forced a smile. She didn't want him to feel troubled that she was scared, but all in all she wasn't to excited about her current position. She realized that while she was in the restroom, the sun had set. She sighed wishes she had been able to see it. She decided she would try to wake up in time to watch the sun rise in the morning.
She turned to Tutti who was still tittering around cleaning up her mess in the restroom.

"Tutti, could you draw me a bath?" She asked then stood and walked over to Hamlet and placed a hand on his chest. "If its not to bold of me to ask, Ma' Lord. I noticed that the bath is built into the ground, there for large enough for at least three. I was wondering if....Perhaps....You'd bath with me?" She asked blushing and looking down at her flats.

((The only name I can remember is Vampire Kisses.))

Rosaleen sighed and looked up at him wiping her mouth, She was even more pale then normal and trembling. "I...I'm fine." She said as she took the medicine from Theodore and walked over to her bed. She sat down and tried to hold her composer. Truth be told she wanted to break down and cry. She was scared of what she had been thrown into. She wasn't sure if perhaps she was in the house of a sadistic psychopath, or a mad man.

She looked up at Hamlet and forced a smile. She didn't want him to feel troubled that she was scared, but all in all she wasn't to excited about her current position. She realized that while she was in the restroom, the sun had set. She sighed wishes she had been able to see it. She decided she would try to wake up in time to watch the sun rise in the morning.
She turned to Tutti who was still tittering around cleaning up her mess in the restroom.

"Tutti, could you draw me a bath?" She asked then stood and walked over to Hamlet and placed a hand on his chest. "If its not to bold of me to ask, Ma' Lord. I noticed that the bath is built into the ground, there for large enough for at least three. I was wondering if....Perhaps....You'd bath with me?" She asked blushing and looking down at her flats.

[[Okie dokie, I'll remember that and look for it. Thanks! ^____^ By the way this is my last post for the time being since I need to sleep now since tomorrow I have tutor early in the morning]]

Being a vampire, one would assume that in one's immortal lifetime, they should be quite experienced with everything around them and have prepared or come up responses right away for a variety of situations because of the experience in question. However this was certainly not the case when it came to Hamlet whom had lived for a considerable amount of time, has had his pale white skin turned unusually but noticeably coloured (one of the downsides of being absolutely pale), at his wife's actions and questions.

It was true that the baths were built in the ground and were definitely large enough to fit and accomodate at least three occupants, as his wife had said, and indeed he did want to bathe with her, but being a gentlemen as well as a man whom, despite having many wives, had never actually gone that far with them. It was mainly because of being too conservative and prudish but Hamlet decided that since it was because of his reserved and, he will admit it, shy actions had led to the wives discovering his true self by accident.

Besides, Hamlet felt oddly but much more comfortable with Rosaleen than with most women, for reasons unknown. To describe such a lovely feeling was impossible, he had known love, but to Hamlet, this love that he felt now was different from the others. Hamlet felt...drawn to her small but radiant smiles, the luscious blonde tresses and the glittering grey green eyes.

Not only that Hamlet had sate his inner bloodlust with multiple types of blood, and it would be awhile, possibly two more weeks, before he has another episode like he did in his bedroom.

Holding the small hand gently, and kissing it the top of it, Hamlet, being the gentleman he was raised to be by his 'mother' answered softly.
"I would love to, my dear Rosaleen." Kissing the hand once again before continuing, "But unless you want me to, I will not overstep my boundaries as your husband."

[[And here is Hamlet being a passive and somewhat romantic gentleman. Asking permission from his lady. ^____^ Now I shall be going to sleep. Good night]]

((Good night))

Rosaleen flushed when he agreed then kissed her hand. She looked up and noticed that he was had flushed himself. She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed his cheek. "As my husband, you have no bounderys with me. I am yours to do as you wish." She said then turned and walked into the restroom so Tutti could undress her. Once free of her dress and corset she stepped into the warm steamy bath, thankful that Tutti had thought far enough to add bubbles to it.

She sat down against the far side of the tub and waited for him to follow. She was somewhat nervous for him to see her like this, but he was her husband. Her body now belonged to him, in every way possible. She tried to get comfortable by resting one arm against the side of the tub and leaning her head against it. It was more comfortable then sitting rigidly in the tub. She pulled more bubbles closer to her, hiding her breast, and then settled back into her comfortable position.

[[Let's try to keep this PG-13 as possible lol]]

At this point in time, Zaberisk was done with the punishment and had followed his master's little path of chaotic mess. Zaberisk sighed exasperatly at his charge's, unknowing and un-deliberate, use of flitting and called one of the maids to clean the mess up which led right to the bathing chambers as well as where the chambers pot were often kept, even though there was one in most of the bedrooms and guest bedrooms.

There Zaberisk found his young master, waiting patiently for him whom had turn around to give his wife some decency as Tutti went out the door, pass him to wash her mistress' discarded clothes and get her new ones. There Zaberisk took undressed his master, ridding Hamlet of his cloak, white shirt, black slacks, thermal underwear as well as his cravat. After that Zaberisk left his master to his own devices, with a knowing smile (which in turn cause Hamlet to flush in embarassment once again) and trailed after Tutti.

Hamlet then slowly got into the tub, the water submerging and obscuring much of his lower portion of his body, much to his relief, and only came up to his abdomen. There Hmalet proceeded to wade through the tub's bubbly and foamy waters, to allow himself to sit next his wife, albiet quite rigidly since this was somewhat and by far intimate as he could possibly get with his wife.

Actually this was his first time getting this intimate with his wife, since Hamlet being the 'Prudish Poodle' as Zaberisk endearingly calls him, (more like mockingly in Hamlet's opinion), was a quite the prude and somewhat insecure with his own body amongst human.

Going the extra mile, Hamlet gingerly place his arm around his wife small shoulders, being mindful not to be too rude and to accidentaly touch certain areas of her body. At this time, Hamlet was flushing quite badly.

((I'll try. XD))

nervously Rosaleen moved closer so they were at least touch beneath the water. She was quite afraid of what might happen, but being nervous what not a good mark of a woman, as her aunt would say. She rested her head on his shoulder and sat up straighter in the water so that the water came to just below her breasts. She looked up at him with innocent eyes and planted a kiss on his cheek. She wasn't sure exactly who she should behave in this situation, but along with medical and science, she enjoyed reading romance novel as well.

She moved over slowly so her legs were over his and she was leaning more against him. She wondered if perhaps she was being wrong in doing this....but she really wanted to experience this....she thought back to the novel she had read recently in which the woman in the book and done the same things as she had, only if her memory served her right, she had turned to face him and startled the man, like one would a horse. She flushed at the thought.....

((Sorry so short, brain fart LoLz))

[[LOL So okays XD]]

Dull red eyes widen in surprised as his wife's bold actions but welcome the kiss and the touch nonetheless. Turning his face around to meet with the innocently glimmering green orbs that were staring up at him. To return the favour, Hamlet kissed her forehead, and began to trail his hand down follwoing the curve of her shoulder to stroke her slightly damp arm.

When Hamlet felt a ghosting touch near his leg, he spluttered somewhat. His normally stoic and calm demeanor being broken down by innocent (or not so innocent) touches from Rosaleen. Afterall, Hamlet had never been in a situation like this before, much to many of his accquaintances surprise whom bragged about their decadent escapade, Hamlet was very much a shy, prudish if not somewhat conservative male who shies away from intimacy. Mainly because of the fact that Hamlet, embarassingly enough, in all of his immortal life as a vampire is still a male virgin.

Zaberisk laughed at it when he was told of this and would occasionally tease Hamlet about it, but felt somewhat sympathetic towards the younger and understood the embarassment, much to Hamlet's relief and chagrin actually bought some romance books that were quite...naughty in their written contents.

"Dear Rosaleen, may.... May I ask what you are doing?" He inquired quietly, his face being as red as a tomato in embarassment.

[[My poor attempts in creating humour. I'm a bit brain dead at the moment which is why it took so long.]]

"I'm sorry..." She said jumping off of him and moving back to sitting beside him. She was as red, if not redder then he was now. She felt embarrassed that she had acted like such, clearly he did not think of her that way. She let her damp hair fall in her face, thankfully blocking her tearful eyes from him. She mently slapped herself over and over again.

Yet while thinking of this, she could not help but shudder at how cold his legs had felt even in the steamy bath water. She reached up and grabbed the bar of soup, nervously she began to scrub her face, an act to hide the fact that she was indeed crying. She then ran the soap through her hair and tried to wash her back, but she was unable to reach the small of her back the way she was sitting.

Struggling under the sudden heavy weight of the awkward and tense silence that has fallen amongst the couple, Hamlet knew that he had hurt his wife's feeling unintentionally by asking that question. Not knowing how to redeem himself other than to speak the embarassing truth that he hasn't told much unless he was drunk or if the person in question was Zaberisk.

Trying to dispel the tension of the atomosphere, Hamlet spoke and apoligised even more softly than he was before, "Ahn...Rosaleen? I apoligise for coming of as an insentive man...but there is a reason for my being prudish." Hamlet got closer to her, since she had moved away from him, to her retreating back, which were covered in soap suds.

Seeing that his wife was ignoring him and was silently being angry as she washed herself, from Hamlet's position, he decided to be out with it and try be more open and social with his new and hopefully last bride. "Madame, I must be honest with you... I'm... avirginandneverhadexperienceinthis." the last part was a rushed flurry of words that Hamlet hoped that Rosaleen heard it carefully as he hugged her shoulders, now as red as rubies.

Hopefully his embarassment could be masked by the steam and be taken as being quite flushed with heat, but Rosaleen seems like a perceptive and intelligible woman, who can possibly see through his embarassment.

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Meanwhile outside the door, Zaberisk was chuckling with mirth and in tears whereas Tutti was shocked at her master's little confession. Tutti thought that a man as charming as Hamlet would have bedded many but apparrently that was not the case since judging from his reactions and action towards Mistress Rosaleen, he was indeed what he claimed he was and still is.

"Well at least he got that out in the open." Zaberisk managed out wiping a little tear out of his eye from laughing so much.

Rosaleen froze as he held her shoulders, then quite suddenly and unexpectedly she burst out laughing. She turned to him with a smile on his face then stopped herself from laughing. "You? You...your a....V..Virgin?" She asked with a wide grin. She knew she was being rude by acting like this.....But it was quite Hilarious that he had never been with a women.

She grinned then moved close to him, she gently pressed him against the side of the tub and hovered over him, her legs on either sides of his....She was still quite nervous, but at least she knew it would be a first for both of them. She leaned down and kissed him, waiting to see if he would bring her down on him, or push her away again.

Hugging Rosaleen's small frame tightly but gently, even though he felt somewhat humilated at least Hamlet got her to smile at least. As he embraced Rosaleen, and being the loving husband he was felt the need to place chaste kisses on various parts of her face, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks before placing one on her lips, not really paying attention to tha fact that he was slowly sinking.

Hamlet picked himself up from the fall he just stood there with his darling wife in his arms, his chin resting in her head as he splashed water onto her back to rid itself of the soap suds, occasionally sneaking a stroke on her back in between splashes here and there.

Unwillingly releasing from the embrace, Hamlet turn round to show him her back, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "May you wash my back please, Madame?"

[[Officially brain dead and hungry. X_____x]]

Giggling Rosaleen grabbed the bar of soap and washed his back gently rubbing it and then washing the soap off. She then grabbed a small golden glass next to the tub and filled it with the warm water, then dumped it over his head with a laugh. She then grabbed the bar of soap and washed his long hair. She liked how smooth it was beneath her fingers, then she filled the cup again and washed the soap out. Once she had finished that she kissed his shoulders and set her head on it.

"I...I...never-mind." She sighed, she wanted to know why he hadn't taken advantage of the position they had just been, literally. Her mind kept replaying those few seconds where she was hovering over him, feeling him hard against her thigh, but instead he had decided to have her wash his hair.....she was confused....and somewhat hurt.

When Hamlet deemed himself clean, he gently pried Rosaleen's hands off him, in favour of turning around and lifting his bride's bare form closer to him and bringing her doll-like face closer to his, as he showered her face with kisses once again but mainly kissing her ears and her neck. Hamlet could feel himself surged with heat in desire as he felt the pulse in her neck rush rapidly, enjoying the heat of the embrace and bath.

Continuing to shower her ears and neck with kisses each kiss silently telling her his current state, since Rosaleen's kiss on his shoulder told him hers. A kiss and nip on the ear, 'I'm horny. A kiss on the neck, 'I want younow'. With each kiss, Hamlet let them do his talking telling her how much he adored her and how much he loved her. Until enough was enough.

"Shall we go somewhere more...comfortable?" His voice husky and rich with desire.

[[ Uhhh...I think we shoud time skip this. I think it is more appropriate and follows the rules >/////////////////////<" ]]

{{Okay we can go to the next morning}}

Rosaleen opened her eyes slowly as the light shone in through the open curtains. She made to move closer to Hamlet...but he was gone. Opening them all the way she looked over at where he had laid only hours before. She sat up, holding the blanket to cover herself, and looked around. He was indeed gone from her bed, as if he had simply vanished in the middle of the night....Last night flashed in her mind again and she blushed.

Still holding the blanket to cover herself, she walked over to the closet and found a deep velvet robe. She pulled it on then opened her door and stepped out into the hall. She half expected Tutti or Theodore to be there waiting for her to wake up, but the landing was empty. Gently rubbing the sleep from her eyes she ventured down the hall and to Hamlets bedroom, thinking that perhaps he had felt more comfortable sleeping in his own bed, as he was accustomed to. She knocked and opened his door, but the bed was completely empty.


((We can make up some excuse to explain why he is always going to be gone during the half the day. IDK up to you on how long you think your vampire needs to sleep. Most stories state that they need only 8 hours, while the majority say from sun up, (Roughly 5-6am to sundown, anywhere between 5 and 8) so IDk))

[[Yup, I'm thinking and thinking about it. Hmm... well I'm going for the when the sun sets since most vampires can't go out in the morning and some of the afternoon due to the sun being up. By the way, I'll have a human housekeeper come in at this point in time.]]

Footsteps could be heard as, the blond headed up towards the girl's bedroom that his friend and employer had told him to do. A smile graced his lips at the excuse that Hamlet had told him to tell, which he knew was somewhat of a white lie.

Rapping his gloves knuckles against the mahogany brown doors, he called, "Is Lady Rosaleen De Villaamil here? This is Mikhail van Germant, I'm here to pass a message from Lord Hamlet De Villaamil." Meeting with silence, he opened the door ajar slightly to see that no one there.

Suspicious, the robed and hooded blond decided to try his friend, Hamlet's 'human' bedroom only to see that there was a robed woman, looking somewhat distressed. "Are you Lady Rosaleen De Villaamil?" the blonde asked the female.

[[Blah! Short post is too short!:headdesk:]]

"Who? Oh mercy me I am still not used to having a new last name. I am her sir. How may I be of assistance?" She asked turning to him. She flushed yet again, she didn't exactly know why, but she had a knack for embarrassing herself in front of strangers. She smiled at the robbed man, a bit uncertain that she liked the fact that it seemed that she was alone with this robed stranger in the castle.

She hesitantly moved closer to the nightstand where an iron candle holder sat. She didn't pick it up, but she felt a little calmer knowing i was within an arms reach. She then re-focused her eyes on the stranger and noticed two small scars on his neck, almost healed, yet still puffy and red. Her own hand moved to the bandage on her neck unconsciously.

[[In troduce to you the blabbermouth and somewhat homosexual Mikhail. He is Zaberisk's secret lover and their romanctic affairs are secret due to the context and only Hamlet knows. Mikhail is also a 'magician' or 'sorceror' on the run.]]

"Ah, I am to relay a message to you from my friend Hamlet," Mikhail replied pleasantly, a smile evident on his feminine face as he continued, "Hamlet sends his apologies for leaving you so abruptly, but his family requested his presence in the De Villaamil household. He will be absent for half the day."

Upon seeing the pretty face of Hamlet's beloved wife frown in sadness, Mikhail tried to cheer her up, "He also requested that I accompany you into town as your chaffeur as to allow you to purchase various apparrel in town at his expense."

Sauntering towards the lady, Mikhail took the Lady's hand gently, and escorted her out of the room, whilst grabbing the large pouch of gold that was left on the dresser for the aformentioned activity for the day. There he continued to escort the lady out into the carriage which awaited them and opened the door for her, all whilst smiling and talking to her about the simple trivialties of the day, ranging from the sunny and bright weather to the lovely cheerful song of the bluebirds.

When she was in Mikhail too, went inside, noticing her little 'love bite' that her husband has given her. As the carriage began to move, Mikhail decided to talk to the girl a bit more, this time expecting answers and responses.

"So you finally managed to get Prudish Poodle Hamlet to bed, hmmm? What is he like, Lady Rosaleen?" Mikhail asked with a playful smile and glint in his sky blue eyes, wanting the juciy details to tease Hamlet later on during the day.