Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170629030212

Layoka sits on a small chair outside the door. As Praetor exits, there is just enough time for him to see the small girl displaying a bored demeanor. Once she notices Praetor, she hops to her feet and gestures for him to follow.

Layoka:"Just follow me, we're going to the infirmary wing. Gonna see if a little Vampire medicine can fix you up. Lord De'Sange is certain that you can be healed fully."

After a decent walk through the castle, they arrive in the infirmary wing. Doctor casually walk from room to room, treating servants, guards and covenant members who are sick or wounded. Some of the doctors are Vampire, while others are surprisingly human. Praetor also notices the vials of blood that are sitting in containers, ready to be shipped to cold storage. No doubt part of De'Sange's diet.

Meanwhile.

Imperia:"My lord, why did you place that man in Layoka's care? She isn't one for babysitting."

Armata eases into his throne and crosses his legs.

Armata:"Because Layoka needs to learn responsibility, and Praetor needs to learn tolerance. I think they'll be fine together. No doubt have a spat or 2, but they should be alright. Plus, I can't resist the temptation to ruffle his feather. He must think I'm under the impression he prefers children. HAHAHAHA!"

Imperia:"Well, what if he is preferable to children!? Have you thought of that!? What if he asks her to do something scandalous, she's his assistant! What if-"

Imperia holds her tongue as her lord gives her a look of annoyance.

Amrata:"Even IF he did, such tastes are not uncommon in this world. He will not touch her for he is a knight Imperia, a clumsy indoctrinated one, but a knight nonetheless. He has no interest in children. Nor will he hurt Layoka. He'll simply bid his time here and leave."

Imperia:"Yes, my lord. You would know him better than I."

Armata:"I know everything that resides within this castle, or any I inhabit."

Imperia:"Bold claim my lord, saying you know everything."

Armata:"I know you practice talking to Marcus Jaghund by talking to the portrait of him in your room. You know, the one of him in the formal wear? So very fond of that dog."

Imperia's face turns bright red.