Angelo…<br/><br/>That was the face Akana (http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/10/600x450_3404_Cersei_Seated_2d_fantasy_girl_woman_sexy_portrait_queen_picture_image_digital_art.jpg) dreamed of every day. The man who’d gave her immortality. His heart. And in the end his kingdom. Angelo. Akana’s beloved, and the species of the vampire’s former king. He was gone now, the remnants of his being nothing but a pile of dust. The source of his bloodline living on through his queen, a bitten vampire, an abomination<em>True bloods</em>believed unfit to sit upon the throne. They were the ones responsible for Angelo’s death. They were the ones who’d planned Angelo’s assassination. They were the ones who’d force a young Akana to take a position that should have remained her loves.<br/><br/>Angelo…<br/><br/>How Akana missed him. Her bed felt so lonely with absences, her immortal life even more so. “How I wish you were here my love.” Akana snuggled closer to pillow on her bed. Though in some ways she was glad he wasn’t. Since his death she’d changed. Akana was not the same innocent girl Angelo had married, and transformed into a vampire. She was hard, uncompromising, prideful, strong, had no remorse, and at times it was even whispered she could be cruel. This was hardly the personality, or image of the human girl Angelo had come to love.<br/><br/>And yet Akana had no regrets. She liked what she had become. She lay on her bed, looking out of the tinted window of her room. The sun was slowing going down, indicating that the world of the night would begin soon. Akana knew she would have to rise once the moon came up, but for now decided to take in the quiet before the maids rushed in. It was rarity when the Queen of the vampires could relax like this. Since the days of the rebellion, and the fall of the original clan elders mostly every situation or matter within the kingdom demanded her attention. It was a stressful line of duty, but Akana refused to give in. She would do what was necessary just as Angelo would have done.<br/><br/><em>”Your majesty?”</em>One of Akana’s personal maids opened the door to her room. She looked uncertain as she gazed upon the lounging Queen, almost as if she was frighten of informing the vampire royal that it was time to rise.<em>Which is as it should be.</em>Akana thought casually. Her subjects should be afraid of her. She wasn’t their friend. She was their Queen. “Its all right Emily.” Akana stated lazily, rising from the bed. “I am ready to get up for today.” She looked unemotionally at the girl.  “Inform the other maids to prepare my bath, and a suitable attire for me this evening.” Akana stepped behind the screen, motioning the girl away.<br/><br/>The maid knew better than to dawdle once the Queen gave an order. While her royal highness was a fair sovereign. She liked things done on her timetable. She was in fact a very busy woman. By the time the maid known as Emily did return, Akana was already undressed and garbed in one of her many robe. The bath that she’d ordered to be readied was prepared, and maids were presently working on Akana’s wardrobe. The Queen left them to their duties, slipped into the bath, and allowed the heated water to seep into veins.<br/><br/>It was always good for the Queen to relax her mind, for a few minutes, at least before she had to deal with stickler of an aide Klaus. “In five, four, three, two, and…one” Akana smiled, as the door to the bathing room burst open, entering her ever capable aide Klaus. “Good morning your majesty I am glad to see you are awake.” Klaus greeted Akana. “I hope you’re ready for a productive evening, because there is a lot of work on the agenda today.” He placed a stack of papers onto the end table near the tub. The sight of the pile made Akana groan at the unwelcome vision.<br/><br/>“Klaus darling…isn’t rather early to begin the day with a stack of tedious paper work?” The Queen looked to her aide clearly displeased, though Klaus showed no expression of fear on his features. Most likely it had to due with the fact that he was use to Akana’s unpredictable emotions. “Well your day than is about to become even more bothersome your majesty.” Klaus informed, puzzling the vampiress. “How so?” Akana questioned her servant.<br/><br/>Klaus looked to the queen, and smiled ruefully. “Two words.” He began. “Lord Ivanovic.”<br/><br/>Akana eyes widen, as she shoved herself onto her feet within the tub. “You lie. He’s here?” She looked to Klaus surprised. “Why? What possible reason could that worm desire to return to the captial to for?” The queen bit out, looking to her aide suspiciously. It was clear she was trying to intimidate him, and by the way Klaus was squirming. It was working, despite Akana’s unclothed soapy state.<br/><br/>“Well...it seems your majesty. That Lord Ivanovic has found a match for his only daughter.” Akana nodded, as the realization hit home. “And he needs me to approve the match.” The queen finished Klaus’ explanation. She sighed, pleased that this wasn’t another one of Ivanovic’s attempts to further his influence. “Well I certainly happy that Ivanovic has found someone for his daughter, but I have no intention of giving him an audience.”<br/><br/>Akana reached out, motioning for Klaus to hand her a towel. “I don’t thank that would be wise your highness.” The Queen’s aide advised, scooping up one of the spare towels. “If you refuse Ivanovic an audience now. Than you will have no choice but to give him one later, and than who knows what request he will come to you with. “ Akana nodded. She knew that Klaus was right. The Queen didn’t need the Ivanovic clan making themselves more of a nuisance.<br/><br/>“All right inform Ivanovic that his request is granted, and that he and his daughter are to meet me in the throne room momentarily.” Klaus nodded, handing the Queen her towel. “Should I offer his lordship facilitations your majesty?” The aide inquired. Akana shook her head. “No that is the Queen’s job Klaus.” Akana smiled, wrapping the towel around her body. It was clear the wheels in her head were turning. “Besides…” She began, heading towards the room where the maids awaited with her nights attires. “I want to meet this blushing little bride, before congratulations…are offered “