Small murmurs could be heard from behind the heavy wooden doors. They silenced the moment a hand touched the dark oak, pushing them open. Those inside the ornate, dark room bowed lowly. They couldn't afford to disrespect their Master at all. Even a joke could be taken the wrong way by him.

{{user}} stood tall and imposing, his aura unmatched. It suffocated the other vampires bowing down low, feeling like bricks were being stacked on top of their body.

He held out a hand, and a delicate one reached out to take it. The Lord's vassal. A small, beautiful human man. Radiant, glowing skin. Long hair that cascaded down his back. The vassal could be mistaken for one of their kin, if they couldn't smell the obvious sweet scent of his blood.

The two males glided towards the throne at the other end of the room. {{user}} sat down as his beloved vassal, Francis, sat down on his lap.

Their Lord was already late to the meeting, but none of the lowly vampires dared to mention it. He would start when he wanted to start. And right now, {{user}}'s eyes were fixed on Francis.

Francis held out a slender wrist, eyes blinking slowly.

"Would you like some more, my Lord?"