User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-26288702-20171226160550

Discipline and strength is again displayed as Adelaide appears, the guards lining the room all grab the hilt of their swords, yet remain perfectly still until ordered. The room is silent for only a moment before Imperia breaks it with her silky and welcoming voice.

"Lady Adelaide, so wonderful of you to visit us. Please excuse the guards, they're are a bit finicky of random teleportations in the throne room." Imperia giggles a bit, and then bows respectfully to Succubus/Lilim.

"Yes, it is neither customary nor very courteous to manifest uninvited in a Vampire Lord's throne room..." Armata chimes in. His voice stern, but calm and stoic. "But, exceptions can be made. I suppose. After all I'm not protesting. If it had to be anyone I know abruptly appearing before me, I prefer you my Lady. Though I have a distinct feeling you are not here to socialize, but for business of sorts."

Imperia looks to her master for a moment, she can tell the events of the Hunt still occupy the majority of his thoughts, as well as something else.

{Master most still be calculating the reprocussions of his misstep during the Vantulos competition... but there is something else. What did he speak to Sir Jaghund about a couple months back.} After Imperia thinks to herself, she lets out a small sigh and stares out the stained window longingly.

"I want to see the Ibrahim's terribly... especially little Partha." She mumbles softly.

"Is there something you'd like to add, Miss.Altovadus?" Armata picking up her voice, though he couldn't make out what she said.

"No, my Lord! I'm quite content over here." Imperia straightens up quickly and stands stiff as a statue.