Chapter 1

     At the break of dawn, the king awoke. In seconds the lonely king was brought back to reality, from his unbearable nightmares. He had been with other obnoxious people, oh it had been pitiful. He could not live through these prophecies rushing through his every resting hour. He caressed his temples, and reminded himself that it was his choice of whom he would spend his life with. For a moment, the kind embraced the thought of withholding the royalty to himself, but then thought it unwise. If he did not choose a bride soon, there would be no son to continue to rule, and his blood would no longer be considered of the highest status. A delightful thought crossed his mind, as he dreamed of a young lass he once loved. The king embarked on a journey across the room. He removed his night wear, and clothed himself in velvety purple robes. He let his solemn crown remain atop it’s pillow, and he paced the room. A sobering thought brought the king to leave his dream of the lass he once loved. The noble, whatever the name, that he had just acquired, must be killed. After all, the high king of Wrinn Valley delighted in his wife. That was what he must do. He must through away all thoughts of hesitation, and sit through the grieving of his soon-to-be wife, so that he could at last be forever with his beloved. The idea of the extreme sadness it would bring across his beloved to have her husband killed provoked the kings senses to put his selfishness in check.

     After a long morning of pondering, and divine self-hatred, the king made a final desicion. He would do whatever made his beloved happy. He assumed she cared not of wealth and power, but of the noble she had been married to. Finally, the king paced back to his crown, and placed it upon his forehead. It was much past dawn, and his subjects were waiting. The king walked out to his balcony, and the light entered his eyes. Naturally, he turned back towards the comfortable darkness of his room, but then conjured himself into entering the sunny balcony.

     “King Alucard,” chanted the city folk, as their eyes trailed from the shining knights, to the humble king standing upon the balcony.