User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-26288702-20171227011812

"Very well. Right this way, my Lady..." Armata leads on, down the steps and out a pair of double doors on the right side of the room. The doors open up to a long walkway of stone that acts as a bridge from the throne room to another private section of the castle, Armata's personal wing. Armata is at lead with Adelaide just behind, while Imperia is at the rear. The walkway has windows that allow Adelaide to see out at the landscape that surrounds the southern end of the castle.

Vast forests covered in snow, rugged mountains and crystal clear streams. She can even see a small village below that sits in the shadow of the castle. Farmers and their wives hard at work tending to livestock and daily chores. Looking out toward the north, Adelaide is treated to a grand view that is similar, but this one has the setting. It's waning light has painted the sky shades of pink and orange.

Reaching the end of the walkway is another set of double doors, but these ones are made of stone, and Armata's family crest is artistically craved into each one. As they near the, the looming stone doors open on their own as if aware their master was present. Armata then stops. He turns to his side, bows slightly and outstretches his hand toward the door.

"Ladies first..." He says in suave, debonair voice. Adelaide and Imperia steps inside, and the mistress of Whitemarch treated to spectacular tower of luxury. A tall sprawling tower multiple stories high. In the immediate room there is dozens of luxurious sofas, love seats, chairs and elegantly crafted furniture made of wood. Burgundy colored carpets, drapes and banners decorate the majority of room, along with portraits, suits of armor that share no resemblance to any known nation, shelves upon shelves of books that no doubt contain secret knowledge only Armata himself is privileged to know, and items of immense value tucked safely in glass display cases.

The sun light shines through the stained windows of the tower, painting each level a multitude of eye catching colors, despite the owner of this wing being a dark and cold figure.

"Please take a seat anywhere, ladies. I shall fetch you both a drink. Then we can converse." Armata strides to a rack filled with dusty wine bottles. He scans over them thoroughly before selecting one in particular. Grabbing two more goblets, he sets it all down in front of Imperia and Adelaide on a glass table. He then unclasps his cloak and lets go of it. The cloak floats across the ground until hangs itself upon a coat rack. Finally Armata plops down into a leather chair, crosses his legs and grabs the bottle of wine.

"Now then, my Lady. What business has graced me with your company this evening?" His irises glowing in painted light of the tower.