User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-25808351-20171122031919/@comment-26288702-20171122033737

Her eyes sparkle with joy as Marcus presents himself to her, Imperia claps happily to see the bronze warrior before her. "Hello Sir Jaghund! I haven't had a chance to speak with you sense the festival with Vantulos Band! The letter you got is an invitation, Lord De'Sange would like to speak with you." Imperia gestures with her hand and motions to Armata, who glares at Marcus from his throne up high.

"How have you been? Is your family well? What about that adorable little Wisp baby Lady Cyndwella had? Oh! How Dr.-"

"Imperia!" Armata cuts his advisor off with a agitated shout. "Leave us, the mutt and I have business to discuss..."

"I-I understand my Lord, however I thought that-"

""I said, leave us..." Armata's tone is now at it's peak of agitation and his eyes, full of raw malevolence are now focused on his advisor. Imperia droops, saddened that she will not get answers to her questions. With an exasperated sigh she turns around and walks away. Her heels tap as she strides out of the room, her hips also swaying right to left with each step.

"That includes the rest of you, OUT!" Everyone else in the throne room leave their stations and do as their Lord commands. Maids shuffle out nervously, caterers set down the refreshments and leave, while the guards chain themselves into single file line and leave in a perfect straight march. The main door slams shut and now the two arch enemies are alone, ready to discuss a very serious matter.

"Hound, I need to tell you something..."