“Your highness?” Argenti’s voice speaks from behind you, hand placed upon your shoulder. Her voice is smooth and soft; but she is on edge.

You feel her hand pull at you gently, how your body urges you to latch onto her in turn of the cold body you previously feasted upon. Argenti doesn’t struggle as your hands come to her shoulders; finding it easy to keep you from ravaging her neck with your fangs.

“My liege,” she murmurs, holding your sides as you cling desperately to her. “This is…”