Lord Dragomir seemed to draw every breath with difficulty. It was clear that something kept the gears in his head turning and churning no valid results.
Silas made sure to avert his gaze away from the man, hoping intermittent glaring wouldn't alarm him.
His right hand man trailed along wherever Darrick and Anastasia went. Although he, on the other hand, was quietly having the time of his life. At least, that was the impression he gave Silas.
"Oh dear! Lady Persephone!" Anastasia's voice remained the same through centuries. Always so shrill and chirpy whenever excitement struck.
"My lovely Anastasia," Persephone cupped the younger vampiress' cheeks, "Thank you for coming tonight,"
"But of course!" she squeaked, "I had already missed the previous ball and... The previous one before that. I couldn't miss this one too," her smile then dimmed at once, "I truly am sorry for what's happening with your daughter,"
