The story of a King (incomplete!

Here I sit, alone and yet surrounded, honored and yet cursed. I have nothing except my queen, my love.1

No one knows that my queen and I move but there are reasons for me being so secretive. If my queen or any of our keepers knew I moved there would be chaos because they would believe it to be a miracle.2

Life has been treacherous. Though, through the intelligence of the men today, it has become easier. My queen and I rest for one reason and one reason alone. We await a time where we can lice in the open, like Lestat did not so long ago.3

My story started not to long ago and yet many centuries ago. Let's see... how to start.... Once upon a time? No, that doesn't sound right. Long ago... ah, that sounds better.4

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In Egypt, I had always been a ruler, a leader. My days were spent following my father perform his sovereign duties. MY mother hated the fact that I would follow him into the battlefields. Seeing death so much will make me immune to it. That's what my father had always told my mother. How right he was. I was a man by thirteen. I killed a man, an assassin.6

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We were walking down the hall and I see a man sneaking around in the shadows. I run in front of my father as he was going to strike.8

How odd it felt to see his blood run down my blade and onto my hand.9

I fell into shock and found myself in my bedroom with my father next to me. I knew this memory would never be lost. He kept telling me how strong and brave I was and that I would be a strong leader. I can never fully remember everything he said but I know that ever since, I always dreamt of blood until my mortal death.10

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I was twenty years old when I first saw her. She was seductive and strong. She was everything I had wanted in a queen.12

My father died and she was at the ceremony of his death. I could tell she was disgusted as my mother and I ate his eyes and brain.13

That night, my mother told me that Akasha and I were to marry. That had been the good news. The bad news is that my mother was to bury herself in my fatherŐs tomb. I protested. She told me that she has to because she promised Father that she would.14

A few months later, my parents had been buried and Akasha and I were married. She truly was all I had ever wanted. Strong, passionate, but she was very cold. 15