Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181123025636

(BT) Imperia makes her way back through the castle to the west wing where the VIPs and visiting dignitaries are roomed. The Vampiress opens the door to her room. A spacious and luxurious place fit for someone of her high status in the Covenant. There sitting on a tray is her dinner left by room service, a canister of cold blood. She groans in disapproval as she prefers fresher blood, but it was better than going hungry.

She takes a moment to start a fire in her hearth. Once the flames get rolling she lets her hair done from the bun she had it in. Then she collapses on the coach by the hearth. Her mind is then a blaze of thought as recounts the utter insanity of late and her concerns for Tirush.

(She’ll be fine, Imperia. Tirush is the strongest person you know. Just wait, she’ll back and walking taller than ever before.) She thought to herself.

“Thank the gods they arrived when they did.” She sighs.