1x1 Fantasy Roleplay
(unless there's someone who wants to be the king and queen or head of the vampyric elders)

For Century's the Vampires and the Elfin people have been at war. In another attempt to bring down the Elf kingdom Alester DarkHolme, an assassin, is sent by the Vampyric Elders (oldest and most powerful existing vampires) to destroy the Royal Family. The young vampire, in disguise as a butler, soon falls for the princess but the vampyric elders become impatient and threaten to do the job themselves and kill Alester as well. When the queen and king learn of an assassin among them, they do all they can to hide their daughter from the world. Alester must find a way to stay unknown as a vampire in the kingdom.

Elf Princess: Keona
Young Vampire: Kiyoto

---------- Post added 07-16-2013 at 01:54 AM ----------



Genevieve Alver
Seventeen years old
Elfin Princess

Alester DarkHolme

18

Genevieve stood from the corner of her bed after kindly dismissing the chamberlain who had once again assisted her in her morning routine. Genevieve opened the large double door from her bedchamber and pools of sunlight flooded the room. Leaving the doorway and stepping out into the corridor, the elfin princess walked to the dining hall. Genevieve did what was expected of her as a member of the royal family. Day after day. She sat in the dining hall and with a spoon pushed her breakfast around her ornate dish, all while letting out a small sigh.

"Something the matter?" the vampire asked, coming up next to her. He sat a vase of fresh red roses within the center of the long table. His voice carried a slight accent, sounding slightly english but hard to place exactly. He kept his eyes on the roses, arranging them neatly and beautifully within the crystal vace. His mind however was on the female within the room with him. For the moment they were alone, his presence as a vampire masked by an enchanted amulet, which had been created for his specific carrer path within life. Alester DarkHolme was an assassin within the vampire world. He did not look it, though he came from a long line of powerful vampires, many of who excelled within this field. He had never quite desired this path, but it was what was expected of him and what he was good at. For this case, he had been put on taking care of one of the vampire world's most annoying pests so to speak. The elven world was one that needed to be delt with, and here he was to do something just for that cause. He paused, it would be easy to deal with her while they were alone, simple to just drain her or to destroy her. Though that was his job, he could not help but find himself hesitating more and more...putting it off, when he had had so many perfect opportunities. He had been here for several months now, gaining the trust of the family. Why? What was wrong with him?

Genevieve pushed her breakfast around one last time and looked up with soft eyes and gave a weak smile "I've become tired of Andevrosa leaves" she says gently, placing just one leaf inside her mouth and chewing slowly. Recently her father wouldn't let her leave their home, and even when she could there was never much for Genevieve to do aside from stand around at ceremony's and smile until her jaw would ache. Her purple eyes stayed focused on his hands, watching as he fiddled with the roses. "They're beautiful" she commented after swallowing. She placed her fork neatly on the cloth napkin beside her plate and intertwines her fingers beneath the table. "Please, thank Alessa on my behalf for breakfast, and if my father should ask, i'll be in the garden." Genevieve stood, barely making a sound. She placed a hand lightly on Alester's shoulder and smiled warmly as she walked past him.

He glanced over at her, as she touched him. "Feeling trapped again?" he asks. He knew it was bold, but he could not help but ask. Moving over, he stopped her by a light hand on her hip. He turned her to look at him, his jade eyes looking into her's. He wondered what was going on inside that head of hers indeed, what was going on behind those eyes. It was both easy and hard to wear a mask, perhaps her's might slip...Then again, if his slipped, it would cost him his life either way. He released her, slipping past her to open the door. Giving a light bow, he sighed, "forgive me, that was bold of me.."

Genevieve blinked quickly a few times, taken by surprise. "I-I..." She took a deep breath to get a hold of herself, She wasn't supposed to studder, that's what they had always told her. "There's no need for apologies" she smiled, the smile was genuine but it was obvious that she was still quite puzzled. She stood there a second, silently, just looking at the red rug that ran under the dinning table. "And yes." she said looking up slowly "you're completely right. He wont let me out, again. I'm not even supposed to be in the garden." Her gaze returned to the floor but her eyes widened "Oh! I'm-I shouldn't be complaining!" She said quickly and, almost frantically, bowed politely and in somewhat of a rush, hurried off to her bedchamber.

He looks after her, a light smile forming on his lips. Seems he had read her right and the reaction had been a bit cute. He chuckles lightly, before returning to the table to clean up a bit. He went to the kitchen, thanking the cooks for her as directed, before slipping off on his own. He was supposed to check in with the elders, to allert them to his progress. After that, he would most likely go to check on her.

Genevieve stepped though the doorway and closed the door behind her. She let out a sigh of relief "Whats wrong with me?" she asked herself. Her interaction with the male had left her confused and embarrassed. She walked out on to the balcony connected to the room and leaned on the railing, overlooking the garden. Genevieve's hair was long, it reached her hips, as the wind blew her hair gently flowed with it. Genevieve closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, though she couldn't help but think about the butler who'd left her in such a strange and unfamiliar state. She didn't recognize his face, he had to be human, or had she just not noticed his ears, it wan't something she payed much attention to. She let out another small sigh and opened her eyes.

He made his way to his room, closing and locking the door. He sighed for a moment, before moving over to his bed, and slipping off his jacket to the uniform he wore. He was not looking forward to having to check in, though he had little choice in the matter at the moment. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts a bit as he moved to his window, closing the blinds and curtains. It was almost time.