Chapter 5 3

King Ammar was seated with the Chief Priest to discuss the palace matters about how there were lesser vampires, "I told you I don't care about them already betrothed to humans, priest. They have to start marrying female vampires only from now for ten years, and it's mandatory for every wife to produce an offspring after every two years. I don't care."

He could see from where he stood as he sipped the juice from his cup, "Your highness, I do not dare object to your orders but if there's something that could be done to adjust it," Sweat trickled down to his neckline as he spoke, and Ammar watched how he swiftly cleared it away, fixing his gaze on the floor.

"What is it?" His cold voice rang through the walls of the room as he sent a cold look to the Priest, "And I'm only listening to you because you were a Priest to my father too." Softly, within his hearing only, Ammar whispered-I wonder how you're even still alive.

"Some male vampires are already bethroted to human females and they had already booked a day they would get married. They love each other so much that I'm certain it'll break their hearts if this happens, this is why I suggest..." Ammar cut him off with a loud thunder as he abruptly dropped the cup he was sipping from, causing the blood inside to spill around him.

"Love?! What the hell is that and how does it concern me?" The Priest couldn't speak, he had almost forgotten how Ammar reacted to matters like this. He had never been fancied by love and had never gotten married before he died. He didn't know why he thought he would have changed over the 500 years he had been dead. "What I said is final." He heard the cold voice uttered and he knew, there would be a flood of heartbreak in Dewhurst.

"Guards! Bring me 50 slaves!" Whenever he got angry or something stirred his emotions, he felt an insatiable blood-thirst that could only be satiated if he were to suck the blood directly from their necks, not this blood given to him in cups and bowls as though it were some sort of juice or a soup.

The Priest was there when the slaves entered one after the other as the guards did the job of taking their bodies out whenever Ammar was done sucking the life out of them. After he was done, he turned to the Priest with his eyes that illuminated blood and his fangs that dripped the remnants of the last slave he had feasted on. "I wonder why you're still here?"

He watched as his hands trembled with fear and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I'm sorry for saying something you've never asked from me, your highness."

"What is it? And also, have you found her?"

He had to bow down before he shook his head, "No, your highness. As I've only seen her once 500 years ago and none of the men I could assign to do the job knew her face, I have to do it myself. I haven't found her yet, but will surely do very soon." Ammar could only nod his head, feeling as anger started building in him. He had to find her, no matter what it took and he would take the revenge of whatever she made him went through and what his empire went through because of her.

"And for your insatiable blood thirst since after your resurrection," the Priest began, getting his attention before he continued, "It's solely because you've spent 500 years sleeping and now you will have to make up for all the blood you've not taken in those years. But there could be a way to tame the blood thirst to that of a normal vampire that could be able to manage himself." Ammar was only staring at him, he knew that 500 years ago he didn't have this blood thirst that threatened to end his life if he didn't satiate it, and it was so uncomfortable that he would do basically everything to tame it down.

"I will suggest you get married, your highness. And you should be intimate with her as soon as possible. But the problem is, you can't marry a vampire as that will only increase it but a human to tame it down." Ammar scrunched up his face and stared at the Priest as though he had grown some unimaginable wings or horn or something that would seem ridiculous on him. "I know this is against your order, but the world doesn't have to know she's not a vampire, it could be between ourselves."

"Why do I have to hide the fact that she's human? Who would say something to the King?" Power dripped from each word he had uttered and the priest's words felt like a slap to himself. Marry a human? He had never imagined that, but with the look of things, he would have to marry a human to tame himself down and certainly, after he had gotten what he wanted, he would find a way to discard her.

"I'm afraid, your highness, but people knowing that you suck in over 200 slaves a day to satisfy your blood thirst would make them object to your ruling and that would make you seem as a weak vampire that couldn't control himself. And you have to hide the fact that she's a vampire and start acting to the new rule yourself, that will only show them that none of them is safe if you yourself started acting up to your own rule."