Jael at the second al with a sour expression. It was his second night here and he wasn't liking it so much. Sohow everything managed to piss him off.
It didn't help that Mauve was a little moody to him ever since the damn garden incident. He shouldn't have shown it to her. He had wanted to do sothing nice and now it has turned out sour.
"Sire," a slight pause. "Sire," Lord Levaton called again after his call was t with no response.
Jael slowly raised his head to look at the Lord. "Is sothing wrong?" He asked sternly.
"No, your Grace. I was just wondering if you would prefer the drawing room?" He said.
"Any room of your choice would do," Jael said and imdiately brought his eyes down.
"Alright, then I suppose we can head to the drawing room as soon as this al is over." Lord Levaton said.
"Finally," Jael said without looking up.
He picked up the napkin and wiped the sides of his lips. He imdiately stood to his feet, "Don't make wait Lord Levaton."
"I wouldn't dream of that, Sire."
Jael turned to look at Mauve who was still in the middle of her al. The thought of leaving her alone here didn't appeal to him. He doubted she would like it too.
"Get up!" He says a little too harshly than he intended.
She looked at him and then at her plate. When she looked back at him, there was a look of resignation on her face. She stood to her feet without saying a word to him.
"Thank you for the al," she said softly, curtseying.
Lord Levaton smiled softly at her but Jael didn't see as he was already walking to the door. She hurried after him and managed to catch up before the guards closed the door.
Jael slowed down as he stepped out of the dining room. He was greatly irritated. "If you would like to eat more, I can always ask the servant to bring so up for you."
"It is fine," she said stiffly.
He turned around to see her rubbing her arms with her head bent.
She was anxious, he could tell. But ever since Lord Levaton asked her if she missed her ho, he couldn't help thinking about the fact that she was only here because she had to be and for so annoying reason it pissed him off.
The icing on the cake was when she had requested to see the garden in the daylight. A reasonable enough request and it shouldn't have annoyed him but it did.
"Good," he said and turned his head away.
He walked up the stairs, occasionally reminding himself not to walk faster than she can keep up with him. He got to the front of the bedroom and threw the door open.
"Get so rest," he said. "I will see just before dinner or depending on how long the eting with Levaton goes."
She looked like she was about to say sothing but she just nodded her head and walked inside.
Jael closed his eyes and sealed his lips. Why won't she say anything? He had expected so reaction when he cut her al short but she had just followed him.
"Don't leave that room," he heard himself say.
"Yes," she said as she walked away without looking at him.
Jael closed the door with a bang and walked away from the door. He headed downstairs and made his way to the drawing room. The door opened as he neared and Lord Levaton stood by the entrance.
"Sire," Levaton said a little too giddily in Jael's opinion. "How do you find the stay in my humble abode?"
Jael walked through the door, "I couldn't ask for better but I would prefer my ho best."
"Of course, I had no intention of surpassing the ho the Sire grew in."
He threw himself on the longest couch and sat with his legs spread. "Now to why you asked for my presence."
He raised his head and caught sight of the head of a bear just above the fireplace. Jael stared at it with a bland expression. He had forgotten about Lord Levaton's hobbies. On both sides of the bear were two deer heads with their antlers still attached. They all looked alive.
"Ah, I see you have noticed. I have more if you would like to take a look, Sire."
"A generous off but surely you don't think I ca all the way here to look at stuffed dead animals. Enough stalling, Lord Levaton. I have endured your whims long enough. Why have you asked to see and I assure you I shan't repeat myself again."
Lord Levaton took the seat opposite Jael. He made a gesture with his hands and a tray with a glass of wine appeared by his side. Another was placed in front of Jael who didn't even spare it a glance.
"Leave us," Lord Levaton commanded and the servants dispersed without a sound. "I suppose we should get down to business, my ever-impatient King."
"I hear you intend to call a eting."
"Yes, but it is not sothing that is a matter of urgency. Besides, I didn't decide on that until during the party you sent your letter a while before then. So, it can't be the reason why I am here?"
"True," Lord Levaton said and took a sip of the wine. "However, it concerns palers and that is sothing of utmost importance."
Jael ran his hands through his hair. It was annoying how they always asked for his plans without offering any in return. They left the situation the na for centuries and now it is a problem.
"I am listening, Lord Levaton. I assu you have so sort of plan because it can't be that you called here to tell you my plans.
"None of the above," Lord Levaton said with a slight shrug. "All I want to say is, you have my unchanging support always and whichever path you might decide to set down, I will be right behind you."
"But?" Jael asked.
"But?" Lord Levaton said with a frown.
Jael sighed, "Lord Levaton, this isn't news to . I don't fear a betrayal from you. However, the fact that you saw the need to ntion it now can only an one thing, there is a but."
Lord Levaton smirks, "Impatient as ever."
"I understand you have a lot of ti on your hands, Vampires do but I would not rather spend my ti stalling, so, out with this. Never mind, let spell it out. You think it would be in my best interest to pick a mate. Did I say it wrong, Lord Levaton?"
The Lord shook his head, "You did not."
"You could have written a damn letter, Lord Levaton."
"I did," he said.
"I don't an to invite ." Jael sighed. "The journey here for such a trivial matter is pissing."
"What gave it away?" Lord Levaton asked.
Jael groaned, "Lord Garth. You old vampires all think alike."
"I see, however, it isn't as trivial as you think it is. I am not asking you to pick a mate."
Jael frowned and sat up imdiately, he could tell he would have to brace himself for whatever this was.
"I am asking you to pick my daughter Jevera."
Jael kept his expression composed. "I see, I don't think I need a mate."
"It isn't a matter of what you need, Sire, it is a matter of which is the best route."
"Ah, I thought you said you were with no matter what path I chose."
"Hence the but," Lord Levaton said without blinking.
"Ah, yes. The but." Jael said and rested his back against the couch.
"I can't think of a better match for you, my King. My daughter has spent the last decade in your residence, you've spent the most ti with her than any other vampire, surely, you must also see that she is the perfect match for you."
Jael nodded while looking up at the ceiling. He thought it was a little too low for a drawing room. He wasn't interested and Lord Levaton wasn't stupid that was what made this whole ordeal annoying.
"There is also the fact about blood," Lord Levaton continued. "And I am the oldest Vampire here, not to ntion influential, you can see how beneficial this union will be for you."
"Lord Levaton," Jael said calmly with his eyes still on the ceiling. "Doesn't it bother you that I haven't picked your daughter as a mate yet even though we have been together for so long?" Jael asked looking down so he could see Lord Levaton's expression.
"No," Lord Levaton said without a hint of anything on his face.
"And why is that, Lord Levaton?" He asked.
"You weren't ready at the ti."
"You are just throwing words, Lord Levaton. Perhaps, it wasn't ant to be. Have you thought about the chance of this?"
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