User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216/@comment-30014014-20170914225400

''Poor man. Hearing this might as well have been the death warrant signed upon him. His body snaps in a sudden case of Rigor Mortis, paling up at the throne bearer's words. His feet lose their muster, dropping in a kneeling fashion. Any sanity the man was holding on to faded away like ash scattered on the ocean.''

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

''HIs voice is shaky, hitting highs and lows. HIs face dares not to lift itself, gaze fixated on the floor. Posted like a servant, he bellows his apologies.''

"I'm sorry my lordship! T-they call me P-p-p-p-prad, my lordship!"