User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-25808351-20171122031919/@comment-26288702-20171128004839

Hours pass as Imperia waits outside the throne room, she fidgets nervously as she wonders what Hound and Armata are talking about. The sun is setting, the sky now a shade of orange and pink. Beams of light shire through the windows in the great hall, complimenting the glow cast by the giant candelabras as there flames flicker. Finally the latches to the throne room doors shift and the doors creek open. She turns around to see Marcus step out.

"Sir Jaghund? Did your meeting with my lord go well?" She smiles optimistically.