CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: I WANT HER DEAD.

　　“Vampire Queen Fiona Andromeda Rahl seeks your presence, your lordship Fehr.” A Dhampir called out in a shaky voice outside the private chambers of the kings, it was called, ‘The alcove.’

　　“His Lordship does not want to see her.” Another voice called from the alcove.

　　This was the fourth time since the queen had arrived back at Ancientrova that Fehr would refuse to grant her his presence and she knew why. It was because of his obsession with that human girl, her Dhampir told her about.

　　But she was having none of that at this moment; it was time for Fehr to stop sulking.

　　She walked close enough to the guard, her dark red lips pulled in a sneer. Her seducing, dominative aura made the guard diminutive and he gulped in fear. He could feel himself hardening beneath his guard uniform almost forcibly as she gazed into his eyes.

　　Then the century and a few decades old queen flicked her wrist and the guard groaned loudly as he spilled himself into his breeks.