User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-26288702-20171109173931

"Unfortunately I'm not very good at consoling in such matters. To be the last of anything, that is something I know nothing of. But I do know you are still blessed. You have a good home, a loving husband and wives, an entire platoon of adorable children and you have a friend in me. Though you are the last of the old flame, at least you are not a lone candlelight flickering in the dark." Imperia wishes had something less sappy and more steadfast to say, something that would kindle her flame.

"Aurum was so fascinated by the culture and dark mysterious appeal of Vampire's world, she finds it romantic. In many ways she is right and adore her infatuation with it all. But little does she know that our world is dark and cold. Vampires do not entertain the notion of love and family the way other species do. During my youth my mother taught me relentlessly, everyday was a lesson in manners, decorum, culture, literature and so on. She became a better teacher than a mother. My only solace was a young boy who lived in the village outside of the castle."

"Every night I would sneak out and meet him, together he and I play hide n' seek, play at the creek and try to catch fairies in jars. Until he grew to manhood and left the village. My sources say he is doing well. Made a pretty fortune in dried goods. They also told me he is happily married with three children. After he left my days were nothing but lessons. Then finally I applied for the role of council member to the Covenant and ended up a diplomat instead..."

"I find Aurum's world, your world infinitely more romantic. In her case she has her mothers, sisters and most of all her father. When ever she cries you all will be their to dry her eyes and bring her back the sun. And you, whenever the night is cold Thomas will be there to lend his warmth." Imperia sighs like a teenager lost in a fantasy. "That is my definition of romantic. To feel the warm touch of someone who cares, lending their full attention so you know you're appreciated and wanted." Imperia's hands clasp her sides.

"Speaking of cold, brrrrr." She hopes out of her seat and moves to the hearth. Imperia tosses two logs into the flames and grabs a fire poker. She bends over and pokes the burning logs to work them around the fire, the light of the flames highlighting her figure.