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(The official plot!)

Ever since ancient times, the human world had been afraid of creatures that lurked in the shadows at the dawn of night. Stories and legends would wander throughout human villages of creatures unlike anything any human had ever seen, stalking in the night for their next prey, hiding and waiting for the right opportunity to strike and wreak havoc on seemingly innocent villages. Some of these creatures were rumored to be enchantingly beautiful, bewitching to the eye and able to lure men and women alike into their hands by simply gazing at them. Some of these creatures were said to be grotesque, with odors so foul they are unidentifiable by the average nose, and even small children would run away at the sight of them. It is also rumored that these such creatures inhabited a part of the world that no human would dare travel. A part of the forest so deep that it is said no human has ever returned after traveling there. But of course, this would all remain as such; rumors and ghost stories that would scare misbehaved children into saying their Please and Thank You's.

Though little did the humans know, that if they did indeed travel to the forbidden part of the forest, there would lie a realm, similar to that of the humans; only those creatures that they believed to be fake would roam amongst it's streets. There were villages and towns and kingdoms, a similar societal structure to that of the humans, though their customs and ideals, morals and beliefs may be....different. From the way they are ranked, to the foods that they consume, to the clothes that they wear. They are not bad, but they may be misunderstood......at least some of them. Some creatures may have grown to despise humans, and would want to eradicate any human that would dare wander their borders. Some of these creatures would aid these humans....for a price. And some creatures would want nothing more than to live together in harmony.

What will you choose? And where will you end up??

Conrad came over to the balcony of his castle at capital city, to announce the kingdom of Viprinem of the latest news, the expansion of his empire by most unusual means indeed.

"My beloved vassals, for too long have we been fearing for our lives, creatures of the dark stalking our woods, villages attacked in the middle of the night, unsuspecting travellers whose only harm is to end up stray in that wilderness, those missing never seen to return alive.

I have raised a mighty army, under lord knight Pentre, an army of the bravest of the brave, dragonslayers, knights, assassins, all working together, whose purpose shall be find such beasts and execute them or bring them back subdued, that you may all come gaze at them for yourselves, come to understand that us, the humans, are the mightier race, that Viprinem is a kingdom not to be reckoned with.

By royal decree I hereby declare that a bounty is placed for every creature brought back to my presence, dead or alive, from the forbidden forests of Olimn. For too long its borders have been feared and this has to change. I shall rule upon that forest with an iron fist and by the time this quest is done, these foul creatures shall be commited to legend and forgetfulness, to nothing more than a distasteful myth" vowed Conrad.

"Brave men, arise to your king's calling, knights, warriors, villagers, it is time to protect this kingdom and rid it from its foes and for your services you shall receive a bag of gold of no less than thirty pieces" assured Conrad.

Another day, another full moon. She would slowly rise out of bed and rub the sleep from her eyes, looking around at her extravagant bedroom, for she was the princess of all vampires. Though unlike average princess's in the monster world, she wouldn't be one who liked to be cooped up in her castle. She liked to be about the village of vampires, out amongst her people. For that was how she made the villagers feel as though they mattered. That was important in a monarchy. It was essential in preventing rebellions and maintaining a peaceful kingdom. As far as the vampires were concerned, it was a peaceful kingdom, not like the rumors would suggest. It was true that they were powerful, without a doubt. However they didn't like fighting. They were always presumed to be cold hearted and bloodthirsty. At least...one of these statements were false. They were not cold hearted, but they were bloodthirsty. It was a necessity for them if they wanted to live. Such was the curse of a vampire. Eternal life and youth, but in exchange they must drink blood from those around them if they wanted to avoid withering away to dust. They were also to avoid wooden stakes, harsh sunlight, almost every stereotype about a vampire's weakness would prove to be true if one ever decided to test it.

And tonight was a full moon. Which meant tonight she would need to feed. She would go to her wardrobe and throw it open, her long waist length hair that was as white as freshly fallen snow would fall down her back and around her waist. Her skin was almost as pale as her hair, but luckily, in this part of the forest, little to no sunlight ever reached the ground, meaning they had the freedom to walk about and were not restricted to the hours of the moon. Her eyes would glow red and pulsate, searching for nearby veins, though her thirst would have to wait. She continued scanning her wardrobe, before settling on a dress and smiling. She would grab a black dress that laced up in the back, had lace around the cuffs of the wrist, and fall down to her ankles, only to be adorned with more lace. She would look it over once and nod, before letting her black night gown pool at her feet and slipping her new dress over her head. once her arms were through the sleeves, she would tie up the lace in the back and adjust the dress around her ankles so that it wasn't in a crumbled heap. Not long after that she would go to the vanity mirror, giving herself the once over before brushing her hair and putting on a hairpiece, nodding and walking away to put on her black heels. She would give herself one more look before nodding in approval, walking out of her room and wandering the halls until she got to the front gates, exiting her castle and walking around the village.

The village would be small and quaint, but peaceful. Vampires would be working, selling products and going about their normal jobs. Though as she walked through the village, people would bow to her out of respect, and she would smile to all of them before coming up to one stand in particular. She smiled at the vendor and handed him 5 gold pieces, trading them for a glass of O+ blood. She would bring the glass to her nose and inhale, smiling at the sweet aroma of it, before bringing the glass to her lips and drinking it in full. She would continue drinking the glass before finishing it off, licking every last drop before handing it back to the vendor and walking towards the forest. While that blood would tide her over for now, she needed to hunt. She needed to bite into the flesh of another living thing and drink what she could without killing them. So there she would go, off to hunt in the forest.

Merthyr stood still and quiet, listening to the king as he made the noon announcement and read aloud the royal decree that would now be repeated across the entire realm.

He was certainly most unhappy about it all and came to confront the king personally, in a reasonable and as calm a tone as he could muster, struggling to keep his indignation concealed.

"Father please I beg you to halt this, you must reconsider this bloodshed and unnecessary slaughter, too many innocents from both sides shall perish from this foolishness." protested Merthyr outright "Few ever attack and those that do, is mostly out of necessity. Their presence among us are more rumour than fact" muttered Merthyr under his breath

"Son... do not ever let me hear you question royal decrees, you may be the crown prince and my heir but you are not above the law and to speak openly against my decisions is certainly high treason even for you" informed Conrad coldly. "You, in particular, are not permitted to partake in this quest, you shall remain at the fortress, safe within castle walls, whilst the men do their duty for crown and kingdom, hunting down these beasts" muttered Conrad not about to endanger his son.

"Make me..." spat back Merthyr "I will not stay in my rooms when my sword can be out there defending the innocent from angry magic folk and creatures that you enraged in the first place" accused Merthyr openly, feeling a hit at the back of the head that made him pass out

"Sorry... your majesty I had no choice in the matter, I cannot have such treacherous talk and disrespect in your presence or mine" excused Pentre waving Lancelot and Gawain to take knocked out the prince to his quarters and lock the door and guard it securely.

"His highness is under house, nay, room arrest until he apologises to his majesty or the king feels otherwise" instructed Pentre a wide smile across his face

The prince was by far the best trained warrior, besides Aynor, his mentor now turned bandit, and not having them meddle in the affairs simply made matters so much easier to claim the bounties and drain the royal vaults to his own benefit.

Besides for all Pentre knew the prince was as wreckless and stubborn as Aynor was, a locked door would not stop the youth from escaping the castle and running straight into danger's arms, without adequate armed escort and some luck, he never would return either

No sooner the day had fallen into darkness, Merthyr whistled at his manservant Taff, clearly set in escaping his own rooms and going to personally warn any of these creatures to give them a fair warning that they were going to be hunted and perhaps even killed.

The thought never crossed his mind that, being human, dressed in armour like any other knight or warrior, and the prince himself, he was more than likely going to be attacked rather than listened to.

His concern for the others made him oblivious to his own precarious situation and wreckless decision of venturing the forest at night, alone with just his manservant and a couple of knights he had managed to convince to accompany him.

"Come on Sir Lancelot... any slower and the king's snails will catch up to us on their way to the stockpot to get cooked" taunted Merthyr in a rush to get to the forest before any armed knights would

"Yes your grace easier said than done, we may know the knights' routines but you know, as well as I do, that they will be on full alert waiting for you to escape as you always do" muttered Lancelot "Case proven already..." muttered further in a low breath, tossing rocks at a barrel to distract the guards and be able to snatch four horses from the stables without being questioned.

By the time the theft was noticed, the four of them mounted and trotting outside the city at speed.
The gates did close but slow enough to be futile to stop these four from leaving.

Prodius, the head guard, muttering a curse as he was now tasked with informing the king, not only four horses got stolen from the royal stables, but the guards failed to guard his son, and the prince had been permitted to escape the fortress right from under his nose.

Somewhere in the dark forest, a portal opened, and an elderly Argonian, along with two daedra, emerged from the center. "This doesn't look anything like Valerianos," He spoke to the Clannfear, (Which looks somewhat like a velociraptor, but more devilish) "Where are we this time?" The Winged Twilight, (which looks like a woman with wings in place of arms) spoke in her screeching language, which Arun-Ja had learned to understand. "Well, wherever we are," he replied, "Dagon's (The Clannfear) directions, once again, fail us. Well done." Dagon responded with violent screeches and growls. "How am I supposed to know," Arun-Ja complained, "You're the one with directions! Never mind, let's just find somewhere to rest our weary bones." As he walked with his companions, he noticed how dark the forest was, which was a relief, since his skin was pale and his eyes accustomed to the darkness.

Up ahead on a small, beaten path, an arch was seen. "Perhaps this is the place," Arun-Ja pondered hopefully, "I just hope this isn't another trap." He saw parts of the sky, wondering where Mundus was in the sea of stars. That wasn't important now, however, as he had found a village. Or at least he thought a village, seeing as this one had an eerie feel to it, as though death had passed through here. He wondered if there were more people "Like him" in this town. There was the bustling of movement here, with villagers going about their business; trading and selling wares. He noticed the scent of blood in the air, and almost lost control over his urges; he had not fed in at least five days. Of course, he knew he might have stood out among the people here, his lizard-like form not common in many places he visited. He quickly de-summoned the daedra to avoid suspicion, already sticking out like a moon on the night sky with the horns atop his skull, and his tail, which swished about in anxiousness of being called out and attacked. He decided to stand next to a nearby fountain (which he almost swore smelled of blood) and waited for some way he could interact with the citizens.

Inai strolled the forest with a carefree stride not entirely befitting of the situation he'd just watzed carelessly into. For him however the forest through which he was now traversing was simply one of many. Massive in comparison to any he had previously visited but still one of many.

The old fairytales and legends surrounding it we're not ones he believed in. Not that he knew much about them anyway. His attention whenever his tutor had brought them up was distracted to tales of soldiers and their heroisms, not that of made up monsters.

So with night in full swing and nothing else to do the young man set down his sword and began to create the shoddy beginnings of a camp, complete with poorly done fire and almost non existent tent. It was a shame really he thought to himself that no good food presented itself.

So with nothing else to do and feeling rather sleepy, he prepared himself for another night alone, traveling the world. Oblivious to the major shifts in politics around him.

Ambrose would hum as she walked to the village's borders, only to be stopped by two guards, both of them using their spears to block the path, in an attempt to warn her that her father would be unhappy to learn that she snuck out. Though she would just shake her head, her eyes glowing much more brightly as she placed her hand on their spears, slowly lowering them down to ease them and make them relax their stance. She smiled at them brightly, her fair skin glowing in the light of the moon as she spoke in a calm manner to them.

"I appreciate your concern, but it's a full moon. I need to feed tonight. Which means I must venture out. I thank both of you gentlemen for your service's to this kingdom and keeping me and my family safe, but that won't be necessary. If I do not return before the small strands of sunlight start shining through the leaves, then you may send word to my father. In the meantime, it seems like something is going on in the center of the village, by the fountain. Would you mind going and calming the citizen's down, then investigating the disturbance?"

She says, almost confident she would be returning home before sunrise. She hadn't been able to see what was going on, but she could hear the murmurs of her people, and would send the guards to go investigate. In the meantime, if she didn't feed she would grow insane with hunger, so feeding was her top priority. She would venture out into the forest, the only parts of her that would reveal her would be her hair, skin and eyes. Her dress being black would make it difficult to spot what she was wearing, but her skin and hair made her stand out in the night. None the less, it seemed that none of the animals would ever take notice. She would wander around the forest, until she heard the sound of a twig snapping. She would turn towards the direction of the noise, to see a deer eating grass. She would nod to herself, going into a hunter's stance and slowly creep up on the unsuspecting animal. She had years and years of practice, so she would be able to approach the animal without it ever knowing she was there. Once she was close enough, she would pounce on top of the animal, pinning it into the ground before opening her mouth, her fangs glistening in the moonlight. She would then bite down into its neck and proceed to drink the blood from the poor animal, until it was drained. When there was nothing left to drink she would sit up, blood dripping down her mouth as she wiped it with her sleeve. Though, it wouldn't be enough. In order to have the same type of "full" that a human's blood provided, she would have to drink from quite a few animals, depending on their size. She would stand up and continue walking around, deeper into the forest and looking for her next prey.

Arun-Ja heard the guards coming, and saw them as well. "I mean no harm to anyone," he calmly explained, "I just got a little lost, and wandered into..." He paused for a second, then asked, "Where am I anyway? And why does the scent of blood keep reaching my nose?" It was then he noticed the wares of many stalls; blood, blood, and more blood! All types, from creature and man. The Argonian's mouth began to desire a taste of this, but his years of resisting the call of blood for extended periods of time prevented him from rushing to the stalls and drinking everything there. Then it hit him; he was in a village of vampires!

Lancelot trod forward in a mildly stroppy step, rather embarrassed that Merthyr would have stated loudly before Sir Gawain that his pace was slower than a snail. That was of course until the thought dawned on him and he halted the group

"You do know that Zachary, the royal apothecary whom I like to call proper sorcerer, in fact, often explains these dark creatures come out to hunt in the night, especially during full moon?" quizzed Lancelot weary

"Not to say that he is speaking truth or fact... of course... but if he was supposedly speaking truth or fact... we would have to consider the fact that it is indeed full moon and to make matter worse, we are outside the safety of castle walls." noted Lancelot further

Gawain raised his head up to the sky

"Well we can be certain that indeed, it is full moon tonight" concluded Gawain "That is all we can ascertain, the rest are myths, legends and old wives' tales" added as a matter of fact, not expecting in the least these rumours bore any truth to them.

He noticed at the distance a meager camp fire with a traveller by it and decided to set up camp at arm's length from Inai the sleeping weary traveller, keeping the noise down so as to not wake the man

"If what you say is true then we need to protect this traveller from the dangers he is so oblivous about" whispered Merthyr.

"I am going to wander a little further to gather up more wood, you two set up camp, alright, knights? I am sure you know how to follow one simple order even in the night and even with full moon" instructed Merthyr causing Lancelot to look at Gawain bewildered

"Your grace, what if such creatures attack, we should keep together, better chance of protection then" urged Gawain weary and worried

"But these creatures do not exist right, sir Gawain? So nothing to be worried about. It's full moon, plenty of light to see and find the wood quickly" appeased Merthyr patting the man's shoulder and walking further away into the darkness followed by Taff.

"This is not going to end well, if Zachary said they exist, then they do... and if he says they hunt at night... better keep that fire burning bright" urged Taff following Merthyr at a distance since the prince had not directly commanded him to stay, unlike the two knights.

"Not sure about creatures of the night but I am certainly sure that there are bandits and assassins out there and that you are our crown prince and thus a mighty prize to be capture" muttered Gawain most unhappy

Ambrose would continue walking, until out of the corner of her eye she would see the bright light of a fire, far off in the distance. She would lick her lips temptingly, before slowly sneaking up on the camp and peeking beyond the trees, only to see one sleeping male and a bunch of humans who appeared to be guards. She would sigh quietly and shake her head in disappointment. She wouldn't be able to drink from them with so many people around. She would surely be ambushed and attacked. Though her hunger would grow more fierce and intense as she could see all the veins and the blood vessels of each individual, pumping from within their bodies. She would walk away from the group, greatly disappointed before continuing to walk around.

She would continue to sing to herself, her hands folded in front of her, before hearing the murmurings and footsteps of more people. She would squint her eyes and follow the scent of blood, before stumbling upon Merthyr and his party. Her eyes would widen as she recognized him to be the son of the human king. Surely his blood would be delicious. She so desperately wanted their blood, but given her morals, she would have to ask their permission first before taking so much as a drop. She would cautiously approach the group and put her hands in the air to signal she meant no harm, though she was growing desperate for blood as she looked at them with her glowing red eyes.

"Don't be alarmed...I mean you no harm..."

She says softly, before looking at the lot of them. She takes a moment before speaking up again. If her red eyes, hair, and skin didn't automatically tell them what she was, then there was almost no hope for them as she tried to remain alert but cautious.

"What are you doing so far in the forest...?"

Merthyr saw the woman in the forest approach him and shooed Taff away

"Go stay with the others, I can certainly protect one damsel in this dark forest so full of peril" smirked Merthyr puffing out the chest forward to appear all the more manly and imposing, showing off his well built body with a good touch of pompous pride.

"What are you doing so far in the forest? Did you not know this forest is full of bandits, is full of creatures of the dark too?" quizzed Merthyr

"A damsel like you ought not to travel alone in this wilderness... are you lost? where were you headed to?" asked Merthyr clearly oblivious to what she was for he had never seen a vampire before at all, barely heard of them if that. "Come, let me accompany you... I can protect you" assured Merthyr patting his sword and advancing forward to her side not about to share the lady's attentions for now.

Taff knew very well who, or better said, what that beauty in the forest was and looked gobsmacked and wide eyed, alarmed, hastily tugging at Merthyr's shoulder to make him run back to the camp and its burning fire, though, clearly, the prince had disregarded him altogether and worsened the matter by commanding him away.

He was in no position to defy orders, but to obey meant leaving this oblivious prince right into a vampire's grasp, he rubbed his hands anxious and wrestless, sighing frustrated to rush back to tell the two knights exactly what Merthyr had happened to find instead of wood.

A knight defying orders for the prince's safety would be less harshly reprimanded than a manservant refusing direct orders from his liege lord.

Ambrose would watch as Merthyr seemed to trust her, and she would lower her arms, folding them in front of her as she watched the interaction between the two friends. The prince didn't seem to know who or what she was, and normally that would be easy if she wasn't bound by her morals to get permission from him first before she drank so much as a drop. It was even more amusing that he would refer to her as a damsel, meaning that she was indeed a lady who needed help. She needed help alright, though obviously not the kind of help he was expecting. Though her eyes would move over to Taff, and she would be chuckling on the inside as he seemed to instantly recognize what she was. She chuckled at Merthyr's antics of puffing out his chest to seem all the more manly, and attempting to show off his body as Taff ran away back towards the fire.

"No, I can't say I was aware of any type of dark beings or assassins lurking in the forest..."

She says, as Merthyr walks up to her so she was standing right in front of him. She would brush some of her snowy white hair out of her face, and look up at Merthyr with the most alluring eyes. She would keep her hands in front of her, holding onto one another as she stared into his eyes, smiling. She would have the most seductive smile, and she would only allow him to see her fangs if she permitted it. She chuckled cutely, looking back up at him and nodding. With his permission, she would wrap her arm around his as they would walk together, allowing him to seemingly lead the way.

"Thank you, brave knight...I doubt you could truly help me with my....needs. And if you did, surely you would know what I am, and would run from me like so many others...."

She said, hinting to him that she was one of the dark beings that he had mentioned previously. Whether or not he would offer to help, she didn't know. But she would hold onto his arm until he either ran away or offered to help her.

"I am a sworn knight of the realm, my fair lady, of course I will assist you in your hour of need and necessity in every way I can possible do. Life and limb if necessary. That is my oath and I intend to live by it, thus, do state your troubles and any way I can help you overcome them, you have my word I will comply with the utmost diligence" assured Merthyr giving his promise on the matter

"Has someone attacked you? Your kin in trouble perhaps? Would you have me escort you home?" quizzed Merthyr walking away altogether well smitted with her smile and trying to figure out what quest she might have for him that other knights might dare run

"I am no coward, madamme, I will not run away from my quest or duty, of that you have my word of honor" avowed Merthyr patting her hand gently.

He was inadvertently or carelessly walking away from the group, leaving behind two knights, a very distressed Taff and a sleepy stranger to make his way towards the village he didn't even know existed all but a few paces further into the forest and where they were headed to

Taff who had returned with Gawain, leaving Lancelot to protect the travelled gawked at Merthyr

He has just given his knightly oath, no way he could back away from this one this time and that alone horrified Taff no end.

"Whoa boy, and I thought the bandits lurking in the forest were a danger..." muttered Gawain shuddering at the thought that Taff could be right. She did look somewhat odd and eerie, too overly confident to be a damsel in distress as Merthyr had assumed her to be

Never before had Arun-Ja met so many of his kin, though they were not of Lamae Bal's brood. The guards took him to the castle in the higher area. He was brought before whom he assumed to be the master of the village, who sat upon his throne as the Argonian entered the courtroom. "My lord," Arun-Ja bowed, "I mean your people no harm and hold no ill will to any who dwell here. I was brought here by mistake, on account of my bad directions. Forgive me for intruding, but I too am a scion of the night. I request asylum for the small time I reside here, if you would allow it. If not, I shall find another place to call my resting place."

Ambrose would smile as he gave his knightly oath to protect her and help her with her needs, and she would intertwine her fingers with his, stopping altogether before standing in front of him. She would smile as she pushed more of her hair out of her face and placed her hand against his chest, before slowly urging his back against a tree. She would bring the back of her hand to touch his cheek, before slowly moving it down to his neck. She could see the veins pulsating in his neck, and she had to admit that he had a delicious smell to him. She would bring her face up to the crook of his neck, taking an inhale and smiling as she glanced back up at him.

"Why, thank you...If that is the case, then.....Can I have your blood?"

She says tightening her grip on his shoulders, pushing his back further into the back of the tree's trunk. She would smile even bigger, and her fangs would glisten in the moonlight, now revealing themself. Her fingers would continue intertwining themselves with his, as she would let her fangs graze his neck, but only graze as she licked a spot on his neck. She would then lick her lips and let out a small moan before looking back up at him, never removing her head from the crook of his neck.

"I wouldn't need much...only a pint to tide me over....I promise, I won't take a drop without your consent...lest your friends attempt to murder me..."

She says, glancing at the others who had followed Taff to their location. She was making it known to them that she was aware of their presence, but she would never once remove her head or loosen her grip. On the contrary, she only tightened her grip around him as her voice was seductive, her glowing eyes looking back up at him and waiting for his response.

"Ahhh I see...." muttered Merthyr finally understanding it all if a little too late.

"I gave you my oath and it stands, you may have what you require provided you let me escort you to your home, first, as I promised to do, there you make drink what blood you require to satisfy your needs" nodded Merthyr not one to break promises

Taff and Gawain were about to protest but were in no position to anyways

"mmmhhh, I don't think that the wisest option. Everyone there would be looking to drink from you. But if that's what it takes, then I'll gladly fulfill your request."

She says, easing her grip on him and finally moving away from his neck, before taking his hand and holding onto it tightly, before turning to Taff and the other guard. She would let a small smirk escape her lips as she intertwined her arm with his, so that they could walk to her kingdom together.

"If you insist on following us, I would watch your necks. While the prince may be safe from the rest of my kingdom, I can't say the same for the two of you, and there are surely people who would drain the both of you dry."

She says before leading him back towards the kingdom of the vampires. It would take less than an hour before she finally got home, and would walk past the village's center to her castle, walking inside only to hear a commotion from the throne room. Taking Pentre by the hand, she would walk to the doors and open them, noticing a prisoner bowed before her father. She would shake her head and sigh, clearing her throat to get their attention before speaking up.

"If it asylum you want, we can throw you in the loony bin and lock you away forever. But I doubt that's what you mean...Wait here, and I'll return when I'm finished.."

She says before leading Merthyr to her bedroom. Once they were there she would shut and lock her door, motioning for Pentre to sit on her bed as she took her shoes off and stepped behind her wardrobe to change her clothes.

"If you'll wait a moment, I'd like to get changed into something more comfortable."

She says throwing her dress over her and putting on a sleek, black night gown. Small and simple, she would step out and approach him once more, taking the seat next to him on her bed before smiling at him, revealing her fangs.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

Inai gently pushed the sleep out of his eyes and got up, it wasn't much of a rest, but then it was a particularly large forest he was exploring. So Without stopping to hide any of the traces of his encampment, for he saw himself as totally alone, he gathered up his equipment.

Now ready and awake, he set off in the direction he'd travelled before, marked only by a tiny arrow in the dirt. In what could be seen as merely a coincidence the oblivious traveler was going to remain just that: oblivious. The chosen path lead past the villages of mythical beings.

Not knowing about his choice or anything going on directly around him he set off. Whistling quietly for lack of something else to do.

"I'll take my chances" muttered Gawain at her warning, following Merthyr and bringing Taff along trailing after the couple cautiously and standing guard outside her chambers with Taff till Merthyr was done and joined them again

Merthyr sat on the bed, weary but compliant enough, he titled the head sideways and remained still closing his eyes trustingly

"When you wish my lady, you may take your due, a promise is a promise, after all" assured Merthyr

Lancelot jumped to his feet no sooner the stranger awoke
"Greetings traveller, care if I join you?" Offered Lancelot

Ambrose would nod and place her hand behind his head, coaxing him back so he was lying down on her bed. She would then climb over him and lean down towards his neck, licking the spot to numb it. This way, he wouldn't feel a thing. She would give the spot on his neck a few good licks, before leaning into his ear and whispering to him in a calm voice.

"This won't hurt..."

She says before her fangs graze upon his neck. If he was paying attention, he would start to notice how cool her skin was. Though it wouldn't take long before she was biting down into his neck, before drinking his blood. He would feel a small pinch, but that would be the extent that he felt. A pinch. She would drink his blood, savoring the flavor and the freshness of human blood as she cradled his head in her hands, drinking from him with a thirst that desperately needed squelching. If he was listening, he would be able to hear her gulping as her grip on him tightened. After several long gulps, she would force herself off him, smiling down at him as blood stained her face. She would wipe the blood from her mouth, looking more youthful and re-energized than before. She would climb out of bed and return to her wardrobe, slipping the nightgown over her head and putting on the dress and shoes she had on before. When she was done, she would go to Merthyr and offer him her hand, pulling him to his feet and steadying him.

"You may be dizzy for a few minutes, but you'll be fine. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. Your blood was....rather delicious."

She says going to the door and unlocking it, opening it and letting Taff and Gawain inside the room to help their prince. She would take a seat in the armchair that sat in the corner of the room, staying clear of the prince to ease the minds of the two that seemed to protect him. She would place her head in her hand as she stared at the three of them, trying to get a grasp of their situation.

"Now, is there anything I can do for you?"