King Hunter was stalking around his expansive study, looking for the recent reports on the enemy movements up North. The lands that he had ruled over for many years were currently battling a series of skirmishes against a foe that didn't want to give up and he didn't want to give up either, one way or another, someone was eventually going to die. He gave up looking for the reports in the end, he would soon find them when he least needed them.<br/><br/>He walked out of his study, clinking as he did so as the plates of his armour chinked against one another. For a vampire, he was a strange one, he liked to keep his armour on at all times, in case of attacks from assassins as had happened several times over the course of his reign. He was also a little paranoid that at any time there could be an uprising within his own kingdom, so he had to be severe with his punishments whenever his workers failed to complete a task to his satisfaction. Fear was the best tool in keeping people in line and he had even grown a certain liking that bordered on the erotic when it came to punishing slaves when they failed.<br/><br/>Now he headed on to meet his Queen. He was never late and he didn't intend to be today, she would normally stroll around the grounds and make sure everyone was doing as they were told, otherwise he would have to come down and give them a very public seeing too. This normally produced the results that he desired; it would normally be a while before someone else made a mistake that would cost them.<br/><br/>He strode into the throne room and looked around, his generals were milling around, waiting to talk to him about something, but it could wait until after he had spoken with his wife.