User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-26288702-20180105053519

"EEP! Adopt!? I, uh, I was more so planning on showing my support by being there and donating funds to the orphanage. I-I mean, I would like to take a child, but my work is so strenuous that giving the child the designated time they deserve would be so difficult. I can't adopt a child that needs love, then barely pay attention to them because of my work." Imperia droops a bit.

"I would love too, but I have responsibilities." Imperia looks away, ashamed that she can't take one.

"Perhaps we should lighten your work load then, Imperia..." Armata suddenly speaks up.

Imperia perks up, surprised by this. "My lord? What do you mean?"

"If you are to busy to liberate an impoverished child, than I think we should deal out your responsibility more evenly. We have more than one ambassador, Imperia. You need not overwhelm yourself. I will personally divide your duties tomorrow to free up your daily life. That should give you enough to... tend to a child." Armata sips his wine.

A servant enters the room with a push chart of steaming hot food. She places a plate of food in front of each person, politely bows, then leaves. Imperia is so taken by Armata's words, she doesn't even notice. She sits silently, staring at her lord. Adelaide can see how overwhelmed Imperia is. The collected Vampiress is almost in tears, just barely holding them back.

"M-my lord, how? How can I thank you? D-do you want me to perhaps setup some more trade rights with Zahmeria? Or how about I call for more livestock per month via our farm lads? I couldnegotiatewiththeIronbackfamilytoletyouseeDeidre!" Imperia's words strong together as she rapidly racks her brain around possible payments. She is silenced when Armata raises his hand.

"Enough, Imperia." He lowers his hand. "You've done more than enough to warrant this. Just make sure you give whatever child you choose a proper education. Who knows, they prove to be a valuable member of the Covenant someday."

"Th-thank you lord De'Sange!" Imperia bows while sitting, her hands clasped in her lap. Adelaide can see a tear drop pelt Imperia's dress. When she looks back to Armata, she sees him playing cool. He stoic and seemingly unmoved by Imperia's gratitude as he cuts his steak.