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Speech and Thought colors
Speech #AD0000
Thought #BD7E19
It hadn't taken long for the rest of the vampires to filter in. Saxon had walked by her as he entered, the fool even dare touch her hair. She didn't want people knowing they were working together. Her small childlike features twisted into a scowl. He looked a mess, did he even try to look nice for such a gathering as this? Milly was becoming rather irritated, then however her irritation lessened a bit as The Grand Duke made an appearance. It was always a treat to see Gavril. Millicent even managed a sly smile as the man nodded her way. He also seemed a bit out of sorts, worse so than Saxon. However instead of feeling disgust, Milicent laughed softly to herself. She didn't know why, but Gavril's lack of composure compared to the rest of them, was very amusing.
After a few moments the king spoke. It was such a shock, gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, even Millicent herself was caught off-guard. So much so she even caught her mouth hanging open slightly. Killed a Pureblood? That's impossible! No human-filth should be able to take down a vampire of that caliber. Unless. . . Unless they have become suddenly much stronger. Her mind flickered back to a moment in time, a few years ago when she herself had led an attack on a prominent human family. Milly had easily slain one of the prized children. To think now that the tables had turned so quickly. It was so much to take in. She needed time to think, she needed to focus on her goals. This human war would only get in the way of her plan. She had worked too hard for too long to have it all foiled this easily. Rising quickly after the king finished talking she began a brisk pace out of the auditorium, she needed to speak with Saxon. They needed to discuss their plan. Now they would have to work even harder! All of this excitement, the chance to slaughter not only the king but also humans as well? It caused an empowered smirk to crawl onto her face as she walked.
She spotted the man, getting a pep-talk from Gavril, Milly paused to listen. Ah yes, such a determined power he was, this Grand Duke. A part of her longed to know more about him. She quickly pushed it away, Saxon was her goal. Stepping up to him after Gavril had made his way out Milly's crimson eyes locked onto the boy. Her very soft and calm voice was practically a whisper and yet the noise in the building felt distorted and far away as she spoke, highlighting her own voice.
"Lord Saxon, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of accompanying me back to my manor. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you. About the upcoming war, of course." It was a bold request although she felt like the urgency of the situation required such boldness.
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Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word
Speech and Thought colors
Speech #AD0000
Thought #BD7E19
It hadn't taken long for the rest of the vampires to filter in. Saxon had walked by her as he entered, the fool even dare touch her hair. She didn't want people knowing they were working together. Her small childlike features twisted into a scowl. He looked a mess, did he even try to look nice for such a gathering as this? Milly was becoming rather irritated, then however her irritation lessened a bit as The Grand Duke made an appearance. It was always a treat to see Gavril. Millicent even managed a sly smile as the man nodded her way. He also seemed a bit out of sorts, worse so than Saxon. However instead of feeling disgust, Milicent laughed softly to herself. She didn't know why, but Gavril's lack of composure compared to the rest of them, was very amusing.
After a few moments the king spoke. It was such a shock, gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, even Millicent herself was caught off-guard. So much so she even caught her mouth hanging open slightly. Killed a Pureblood? That's impossible! No human-filth should be able to take down a vampire of that caliber. Unless. . . Unless they have become suddenly much stronger. Her mind flickered back to a moment in time, a few years ago when she herself had led an attack on a prominent human family. Milly had easily slain one of the prized children. To think now that the tables had turned so quickly. It was so much to take in. She needed time to think, she needed to focus on her goals. This human war would only get in the way of her plan. She had worked too hard for too long to have it all foiled this easily. Rising quickly after the king finished talking she began a brisk pace out of the auditorium, she needed to speak with Saxon. They needed to discuss their plan. Now they would have to work even harder! All of this excitement, the chance to slaughter not only the king but also humans as well? It caused an empowered smirk to crawl onto her face as she walked.
She spotted the man, getting a pep-talk from Gavril, Milly paused to listen. Ah yes, such a determined power he was, this Grand Duke. A part of her longed to know more about him. She quickly pushed it away, Saxon was her goal. Stepping up to him after Gavril had made his way out Milly's crimson eyes locked onto the boy. Her very soft and calm voice was practically a whisper and yet the noise in the building felt distorted and far away as she spoke, highlighting her own voice.
"Lord Saxon, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of accompanying me back to my manor. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you. About the upcoming war, of course." It was a bold request although she felt like the urgency of the situation required such boldness.