preface (mitchell's pov)

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     Britain 1753
     I looked around the throne room at several of my vampire advisors with displeasure. "I thought i told every one of you guys that we were to find proper robes for my mother's burial."
     My most trusted advisor bows his head humbly, "We have looked everywhere sire, but the vampire community says that because she was human and never made the change like you did that she doesn't deserve royal robes. and we do not have the currency or the ability to shop in the human's shopping parlors, my lord."
     "I know exactly what must be done then. i must visit these scoundrels myself, and take it from their hides. I demand they treat my mother like royalty. she might have been a human, but she was my mother. AND IM THE FUCKING KING!!!"
     the servants bowed and exited the room. After i was alone i let myself break down and cry. the last thing my mother ever said to me was to beg me to find a queen. if it took me a hundred years i would give her this last gift.

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