As the sun finally kissed the southern hills, Silas had his sword around his hip, ready for one of two possible outcomes: either death or return with Arabella's arm around his own.
However, and right as he reached the main doors of the manor, the vampire was intercepted by none other than his mother.
Lady Persephone descended the stairs with much grace, her eyes lingering on his sword.
"How long has it been since the last I've seen of that sword around your hip?" she stopped on the first or... Last step from her perspective.
"Long enough," was all that he said, "I must go. He-"
"The moon has barely risen and Cynric would die before passing the opportunity of a duel with you," she stated firmly.
"Had it been under different circumstances, I would've agreed," Silas never turned around to face his mother.
"Does he want her that badly then?" the vampiress' feet finally touched the ground floor, "Lord Ambrogio knows what's so special about this girl,"
