The dictator and the vampire

Vera sat at her throne specially made for her sucking in her cheeks while taping her medium length nails that had base coat of a blood red black on the sides and white forming kind of a lace to make her nails look like a corset. Letting out a growl she was growing impatient on the news of the kingdom she was trying to take over.

"Where is he?" she bellowed as she quickly got up and stomped her black flamed knee high boots out to the balcony as she ran her hands through her black and pink hair. "He should have been here by now" she paced for a few seconds. "He should be here soon mistress" Vera looked at the guard "Bring in the fool I am bored" she pouted and sat down in her thrown as she heard the door open "Where the hell have you been?" she stormed to him "Did they surrender? do you have the papers to show it? If they didn't you had better have a good explanation or your going into the pit to be minotaur dinner" she glared at the vampire " Well come on spit it out damnit you know I hate waiting" as peered into his eyes with her Ice blue crystal colored eyes.

why glare at me? you will wrinkle that beautyful face. and might i say, you smell delicious! he says scaning over the thin enraged form in front of his eyes. " i wonder why she isnt afraid of me" he thinks to himself. walking toward her he caresses her face and kisses her softly soaking in her sent "she smells like orcids and cocanuts....." he thinks breaking the kiss he brings her close and places his hand on the small of her back.