Ethan sat peacefully in his study, today was nothing more but another day of executions. It was part of the power he held over these people, the power he earned from the King who was too much of fool who danced to his tune. It's been good long centuries since his exile from England, after being found of being a vampire, her was threatened to be executed unless he fled the country. It had been hard, tough years. Living in different places so that people won't find out his immortality. He was highly feared, the damned, the vampire.
But he wasn't only running and hiding.
He was on a quest to seek power, to seek vengeance to the people who had damned him. Here it was, Romania. The king, blind and foolish bought his deception and every part it bestowed. He was too easy. The years and lifetimes he spent refining himself, exapanding the darkness in his heart, and fueled his anger slowly but surely. Day by day, he thirst for blood and for power. He wanted to prove to these foolish humans what he could do, what fear he could bring, and the kingdom he could project.
He was so close now.
He was the King's right hand man, he had power. More than he ever wished. Even though he was just a right hand man, he managed to make the king his little puppet, and he was the puppeteer, directing him on what to do --- the foolish bastard followed too. It was all too easy. He got what he wanted in discretion, disguise, and deception. Even food was easier now, he fed on dead prisoner he executed. He would have his men bring it to places, and he would return to them at dusk and feast.
Foolish humans.
He smirked, closing the book he read as he drank into his morning tea. Human food was disgusting, but he grew to accustom it's taste for civility. His stomach though, only tolerated tea. So tea was all he had. The tea tasted like dirt on his tongue, bland and plain. He swallowed it quietly, enduring the taste --- if he didn't want to get found out, he'd have to tolerate the food. He looked to the window, where his curtains shut away the vicious sunlight. But bits of it bled through his dark curtains, he didn't mind though. The myth of melting in the sunlight was never true, but he often received a slight burning on his skin, a sensation and nothing more, other than that he was fine.
As soon as his door creaked open, he averted his gaze towards a firm faced soldier who presented himself in front of him -- bowing respectfully and firmly. He acted like a stiff robot, as if a machinery that the king sent to entertain him. "Earl Ethan." The soldier said sharply, bowing in front of him. Asided from being a right hand man, he earned the rank to be an Earl over a small terrain in consent of the king. It gave him status and more power. "The King send for you."
"What is it, your Highness wants?" Ethan inquired with curiosity, why would the King ask for him at this hour? He never did. It knocked his thoughts for a moment, before paying his attention back to the soldier in front of him.
"A peasant is in his mercy, Earl."
Ethan fell silent. It must be about those executions, they usually beg at his feet for mercy -- but this time they decided to approach the king. Foolish humans, the King was his puppet. He holds the cards in this game. "Alright." He said, rising from his seat with grace. He avoided to smirk at the foolishness of this, it was certainly time wasting but he had to play his part. He cleared his throat, fixing his tie as he walked towards his door with the soldier following behind him like a lost dog, he found it annoying but he took his thought off it. Time wasting, it was.
He had a king to meet, he must make haste.
