"So what's our plan for the Council gathering?" Lilian asked, sitting up straighter in the bath even though the pleasant warmth of the water was doing its best to pull her back into sleep, but her mind was already thinking about the issue.
Dante's expression changed immediately, his softness from moments before replaced by the sharp and strategic mind that had maintained three principalities stable for centuries. He rose and began pacing across the bathroom's marble floor with bare feet.
"You play a role of a newly bonded princess. Charming, overwhelmed by vampire society, and entirely naive. Let them underestimate you," he said at last.
"So, I'm supposed to play dumb," Lilian summarized flatly.
