Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181215175001

(BT) Imperia sighs and leans back in her chair. She looks up at ceiling and then to Jorge as he is about to leave. Jorge then hears Imperia’s pen drop on the desk, and the legs of her chair groan as they rack across the wooden floor. The Vampiress rises from her desk and grabs her elegant fur neck warmer and drapes it around her shoulders. She does a quick review of her immaculate blonde hair and proceeds to Jorge.

“Alright, Sir Jorge. You win, let us get away from this ceaseless barrage of duty.” Imperia walks alongside Jorge with an air about her that can only be described as absolution. Imperia was second only to Armata and her presence was one to note. All around bowed and remained out of her way, which in turn meant no one was in Jorge’s way. Walking alongside Imperia was like being a personal escort of immense royalty. As if being Imperia’s company gained Jorge a position far beyond his standing.

Though in truth, Imperia cared for none of this. Deep down she was happy for the distraction from her endless grind and was thinking about thanking Jorge for being that distraction. It is a few minutes of silence until finally-

“You know, good Sir knight, it is impolite to not offer a lady your arm when walking with her.”