User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-26288702-20171115210839

"I-I was hoping this was more than just friendship Tirush. What I felt in your warm embrace was forgotten, but welcome and adored. Something I will miss dearly in nights to come. Your love was the first I've felt in so long, I am unsure of the true length of time deprived of me. And Partha, her tender sweetheart is that of a jewel you cannot put into words. I so desperately want to be apart of your family, to receive the love you give and the love your Danthe provides." Imperia finally falters and her true pain is revealed.

"I'm sick, sick of this immortal life without warmth or passion. Everyday I grasp at dreams and falsehoods to console myself, but it never makes the nights less cold or uncomfortable. My lord has no love for me and my people only desire me for my expertise in diplomacy, while they return to their husbands in their ivory towers. I'm so weary of this unlife I'm apart of... so weary of being who I am. All I want now, is to be where I'm am loved, desired and wanted. To be held in the arms of someone that loves me. Why must I be alone?" Tirush can feel the warm tears from Imperia running down her abdominals. The Vampiress pours out centuries of realized pain.

"Why must I linger this way? Why? After what I experienced with you, how do I return to such frigid darkness?" Imperia holds Tirush tight and buries her face into the Wyvern as deep as she can. The once elegant and reserved lady of the Covenant broken down to that of a sobbing child, watching her innocent world crumble to reality, a reality she resents.