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Wind howled outside, shaking the shutters. Hailey fought the urge to reach for her soft silk robe. She wore a bright yellow dress, a proud color of the family she represented tonight. Not even the threat of cold could convince her to appear any less finessed.
The woman’s reveries was broken por the arrival of her visitors. She stood politely as the entourage of diplomats entered and bowed deeply. “Konichiwa, Your Highness.”
The Crown Prince of japón returned a shallower bow. He was younger than Hailey had expected. “Your rebel king has chosen not to registrarse us?” he asked with barely hidden disappointment. Hailey cleared her throat to hide her laugh. She too had once been enamored por the romantic idea of a young king fighting for good against an evil power, like something out of an old story. Maybe she still was.
“My liege will be joining us shortly,” she answered. “He asked that tu all make yourselves comfortable until he arrives. My name is Hailey. I’m an honored ward and sworn emissary of House Romanov.”
The Crown Prince raised a brow, curiosity overtaking his handsome features. She knew the looks: a ward to the king made her an heir, segundo only to his sister, unless he named Hailey his immediate successor. Her, a half-breed human-vampire, raised in a brothel por her prostitute mother in absence of her pure blood father. The subject made her skin raise with goosebumps in both fear and excitement. Her place in House Romanov had come only recently, and she had agreed to it eagerly for the opportunities it offered far beyond her anterior occupation as a prostitute and secret informant.
“Lady Hailey,” the Prince spoke over his surprise with new respect, “Please, call me Prince Akio. This is my closest advisor, Himura, and this is the son to my trade minister, Tagomi. Our guards chose to wait outside.” The other men bowed to Hailey as lowly as she had greeted them, a mostrar of equality that made her blush.
“It’s an honor to make your acquaintances. Please, have a seat. We don’t have to wait for Prince Alexander to get comfortable.” Hailey took a asiento at the small, round table. The intimate setting had been another one of her teacher’s ideas. As was the maid and server who come into the room right on cue with saki and appetizers. This meeting was all about rekindling an old relationship.
“I’ve heard his succession is much up for debate,” Prince Aiko remarked, straight to the point.
“Oh yes, to be king o not? But he is undoubtedly his father’s son, is he not?”
The prince’s advisor, Himura, spoke up. “I believe the crown prince was referring instead to the part he played in executing his sister, the late queen Eline.”
Hailey met the advisor’s eyes calmly. She was thankful the topic was being brought up now, before Aleksander arrived. She knew how awfully the subject pained him to discuss and was happy to take that burden off his shoulders. “You knew Prince Aleksander when tu were both boys, did tu not, Your Highness? How would tu describe him?”
“Kind,” the Crown Prince replied without having to think about it, “Quiet, calm. He was the only boy at that terrible hospital on Sakhalin that I got along with. He was smarter and cleverer than me, and I liked that a lot. A good listener, and a quick learner. I taught him every word I knew in Japanese in the short año we knew each other, though I’m afraid I could never get a hang of his harsh native Russian.”
 Crown Prince Akio
Crown Prince Akio

Hailey smiled at the thought of ten-year-old Aleksander asking the slightly elder prince endless preguntas about Japanese and everything related. “Trust tu me, he hasn’t changed even a bit. My prince is all those things now. tu will be able to determine for yourself once he arrives that Aleksander committed the act against his family reluctantly and carries a heavy corazón over the matter.”
The Crown Prince relaxed back in his seat, satisfied with this answer. He raised his cup to his lips, but his advisor set a cautious hand on his prince’s arm. “Excuse me, Your Highness, but I was wondering why Lady Hailey had yet to touch her sake.”
All eyes went to her, and the young woman returned them with a blush. She had hoped they would drink and be merry without noting her abstinence. “I’m afraid I don’t drink.”
“But tu did when tu accompanied your liege at the ball in Monaco two months ago,” the son of the trade minister noted, “and at the cena in Shanghai the weekend after.” Hailey blinked at the recollection. She had not recognized the young man, really just a boy, from either of the events he had mentioned. But perhaps the Japanese were keeping a closer eye on the future leader of the Eastern supernaturals than she realized.
The young woman released a long sigh of defeat. “You’ve got me there, gentlemen. I’m impressed your powers of observation.”
The men on either side of the Crown Prince shifted uncomfortably. But the future King of japón watched her calmly, expectant of her answer. If she wasn’t drinking because their drinks were laced with poison, she would be dead por a bullet from his advisor’s gun in two segundos o less. But that wasn’t her reason.
“I didn’t want to have to reveal this to you,” she answered slowly, feeling the suspense in the room growing. “But I’m afraid I’m not able to indulge in the sake...because I recently found out that I’m with child.”
The men stared at her in surprise, saying nothing. Their eyes travelled from her face, to her stomach--absent of any evidence of a baby so early in her pregnancy--and back to her blushing face. "It's not Prince Aleksander's," she added to break the tension. The Prince laughed at the idea, "But such a romantic thing that would have been. But I'm sure a child with genes from both Alek and yourself would be too feisty for the world to handle." Hailey giggled at the idea, the tension from her confession leaving her body.
The young woman blushed as the son of the trade minister raised his glass. "A brindis, pan tostado to your child, a symbol of continuous hope for our long futures together."
Hailey's eye widened as the men clinked glasses and drank, though the prince's advisor was slower to take a sip.
"Does that mean you'll support Aleksander in his position against Wilhelm Magnus and the other opposers?" she asked with disbelief.
"Of course," the Prince Akio replied. "He was a good friend to me in my time of need when we were youths, and anyone who commands tu to their side surely has a good head on his shoulders. I will, of course, like to speak with him myself before committing to anything."
"I'm sure he would like that very much," Hailey agreed quickly. She smiled at a knock on the front door. "That should be him now, I think."
“Shouldn’t our gaurds have escorted him in?” the prince’s advisor asked, a suspicious glance going to Hailey for the segundo time that night. The woman faltered, then jumped as the front door was kicked open in an explosion if splinters.
 Harumi, Advisor to Prince Akio
Harumi, Advisor to Prince Akio

 The Late queen Eline
The Late queen Eline

 Tagomi, son to the Japanese trade minister
Tagomi, son to the Japanese trade minister

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November 27, 1927 11:30 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana
A French Quarter dance club

From the segundo story balcony, the view of the club was overwhelming. The crowd was a whirling mass. The flappers and their dates spun and slid and swung their bodies freely, many flirtatiously so as the medium of dancing allowed their souls to fly free.
"You don't like to dance?"
Alexie looked up and to his right where a potbellied, white haired man in an excellent suit and tie took a puff from his cigar. The young man straightened, taking a draw of his own cigarette before calling over the music, "I prefer the view...
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"...dear Bella, Happy Birthday to you!"
The three of them huddled around a single magdalena on the granite countertop. In it was shoved twenty-two lit candles, one in the center above the rest, so that the entire parte superior, arriba of the magdalena could not be seen.
Bella took a deep breath and attempted to blow them all out, but as soon as the flames disappeared, they came right back. She furrowed her brows in puzzlement and tried again, only to be met with the same result.
E and his girlfriend Marissa stood across from the redhead on the other side of the counter, barely able to stiffle their laughs.
Bella clicked...
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"Aachoo!" she sneezed into her tissue. Her sneeze could be heard throughout the entire apartment. Zack came in a moment later with a bowl of soup.

"Here. Eat this." He gave her the bowl and kissed the parte superior, arriba of her head, making her face light up a bit.

"Thank you," Rene replied, her voice raspy and quiet, and she carefully blew on her sopa and took a spoonful. "Mmm, yummy." He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her eat her sopa slowly. When she finished it, she set down the bowl and exchanged it for a tissue. The red head blew her nose as hard as she could, but she was still stuffed...
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