You were born in a magical land, in a place where magic and natural beings have existed for centuries. With fragile alliances forged between the species to maintain the balance of things and a proper coexistence.
And for years peace reigned.. until you were born.
A hybrid: Half elf, half vampire.
You are something rare, never seen before. With unique powers and the ability to extinguish known life. You are descended from the two most ancient and powerful races and this comes at high cost.
While your existence is considered an affront to most elves, the vampires seem ready to accept you as one of their own, but can you trust their intentions and supposed loyalty?
Or are you just being used as a tool in a deadly conspiracy?
Also, you must deal with your parents' expectations.
Your mother, a respected and powerful elf, current queen of the elves and your father, the direct descendant of the creator of all vampires.
Both vie for your birthright to lead, as they do, their respective species.
You need to choose a side.. or create one of your own as you face the challenges that being a hybrid involves.
And you better find out soon who your allies are and who your enemies are, before it's too late to stop the terrible plot against you that is already in progress.
FEATURES
• Play as male, female or non-binary; customize your appearance, skills, personality & more
• Be the leader of the elves or the vampires...or maybe both. It's on you!
• Make allies, more enemies, friends...or even find a lover;
• Choose the type of leader you want to be and reveal the identity of a silent enemy that conspires against you in the shadows (it could be anyone, be careful!)
• Lead the world to peace, or start a bloody revolution, be respected, feared, admired, or totally ignored.
how would the ROs react if someone asked if they and the MC were together and the MC responded with “no i’m not their type”?
Caemon: He would give a low, short laugh, more out of irritation at the absurdity of the assumption than genuine amusement. And then, in a tone more of warning than anything else, he would say: "You shouldn't make assumptions about my personal likes, princex. You might end up being surprised ."
N: They would remain silent, simply observing the MC with an openly curious and analytical gaze, trying to understand where and how the MC might have arrived at that conclusion. Possibly later they would pull the MC aside and say randomly and abruptly: "You could certainly be my type."
Theome: A nervous laugh, a hand running through their hair trying to fix some imperfection that doesn't exist. "Haha...well, I mean, I don't have a type. I'm not hung up on that sort of thing. But if I did have a type...I mean, why not?" In the end, they would quickly leave the conversation wishing they hadn't opened their mouth.
Sostrate:"Oh, don't be so modest. You're totally my type, Princex." She would reply with a big smile on her face and a rather suggestive look at both the MC and the person who asked the question.
Four years ago, you were a researcher for a rather large lab. Four years ago, you had a stable workplace, kind coworkers you could call your friends, and a backlog of work that you were proud of.
That all changed when a fire was set in your wing, destroying your life’s work and changing everything in an instant.
Not much is known about the incident besides its effects. At first, it was played off as an accident, but after you receive a strange call from a company named “FLOS”, you quickly discover that something else is afoot.
In this company, you learn there are people just like you—people with unsolved mysteries who have nowhere else to turn. Only question is: Will you be able to work with them and uncover the truth behind these cases, or will you end up stuck in the dark for good?
Features:
☏ Customize your MC’s…
Name
Pronouns
Gender
Nickname/Alias
Appearance
Personality
☏ Engage in a workplace romance! As of now, there are 6 ROs (3 gender-selectable, 1 masc, 1 fem, and 1 NB) and around 3 planned side-ROs.
☏ Catch a criminal. Or maybe, if you play your cards right, you’ll be able to catch multiple…? Only time can tell.
Main ROs:
𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀/𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄
She/Her OR He/Him || 27 years old || September 5
As the one whose been with FLOS the longest out of everyone on your team, Kia’s willingly taken on the role of a “caretaker”, even if they aren’t the one leading the main operations. They’re responsible, loyal, patient, and are willing to answer…most questions. Strangely enough, they don’t supply many details outside of the ones on their file, and if you ask anyone, they’ll likely give you the same vague answer. It’s as if they don’t truly know what’s going on with Kia under the surface. Will you be able to look past that and weasel your way into their head?
Poly romance route: Engage in a mono romance OR a poly with C.
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄/𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈
She/Her OR He/Him || 26 years old || April 20
Out of everyone, C seems to be the one most interested in you. It’s a bit flattering, maybe a bit unsettling, but as time goes on, you learn that other members of the team seem to be somewhat wary of them. However, to you, they’re perceived as charismatic, chill, and easy-going. Despite all of this, part of you can’t help but feel like something is wrong. Do you wish to figure out why? Is C really as suspicious as they make themself out to be?
Poly romance route: Engage in a mono romance OR a poly with K.
𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐓
They/Them || 24 years old || April 16
The youngest member of the team, and, funnily, the most ignored. However, it seems that they established that for themself. Extremely stoic, blunt, and aloof, Altair doesn’t seem to have much interest in much besides the reason they joined FLOS. Despite this, they’ve proven to be a valuable asset due to their connections outside the company and their expertise in alchemy. Are you willing to break through this alchemist’s cold heart?
Poly romance route: Engage in a mono romance, a poly with Lucian, or a casual arrangement with [REDACTED].
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀/𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄
She/Her OR He/Him || 30 years old || October 14
The head lead of your operation who tries their best to ensure that every mission goes without fail. When you first meet them, there’s something about them that feels…off. Have you met this person before? It certainly feels like it, and even stranger, M seems to brush off any questions you have about their past, at least for the meantime. It even gets to a point where they sometimes only speak to you through K outside of meetings. Are you willing to break the professionalism and press them for answers? Or will you force yourself to bite your tongue, at least for now?
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄
He/Him (FTM) || 28 years old || July 27
The former frontman of the semi-famous band “Lightbreak” and another member of the team…if you can even call him that. According to Kia, he’s missed out on most group activities before you even joined, and is generally viewed as unreliable. That all changes the moment all of you start official investigations, luckily, but unfortunately, old habits die hard. Regardless, he’s a nice person to be around, and one you could easily call a friend. Still, there has to be a reason behind his avoidance, right?
Poly romance route: Engage in a mono romance OR a poly with Altair.
𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀
She/Her || 32 years old || January 16
Kind, cheerful, and somewhat optimistic, Astri seems to be the main “motivator” of the team. However, her bright personality is a bit off-putting, seeing as the reason she joined was to find her fiancé’s murderer. While the rest of the team appreciates her presence, you also tend to notice that a few of them treat her with too much pity, often, unknowingly, at her expense. You can tell that this kind of treatment is wearing her down, but do you want to be the one she turns to for solace?
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑:
This Limbus Company-inspired IF is currently a work in progress! I hope to post progress reports at least once a month, but we’ll see what happens, as I do currently have a somewhat busy schedule. Additionally, this is currently my first coding project, so if anyone has advice or feedback, please let me know!!
Can we have a drabble of fem mc and baby hagne spending time together? Since they are Hagne fav sibling
Here you go!
Sorry, it's very short!
"It's time!" The shrill and excited sound of Hagne's voice comes accompanied by the noise of something being dragged across the carpet.
The MC lifts her eyes from the page of her book to see her younger sister pulling a small wooden chest across the floor as she bursts into the room.
A chest full of hair utensils.
A slow smile spreads across the hybrid’s face.
"Ah, of course. How could I forget, huh?" The MC sets the book aside and picks up Hagne in her arms, adjusting the little sister on her lap. "Alright, what shall we do today, princess?"
Hagne turns a little and stares at her sister with her bright green eyes, still somewhat sleepy.
"Like yours," she points to the MC’s hair, who laughs and shakes her head.
"Like mine? But I haven’t done my hair yet, Hagne. It’s just tied up," she explains, pointing to the silk ribbon holding the strands in a crooked pile on top of her head.
A little pout begins to form on the small elf’s lips.
"Like yours," she repeats in a whiny tone, her eyes deceptively glossy.
"Alright." The MC sighs. "But if mommy says anything, you’re the one who has to explain, okay?"
"Okay," she agrees immediately, although she definitely won’t do her part.
As she gently brushes Hagne’s curls, the MC can’t help but think about how this had become a habit between them: Every morning, Hagne escapes from her nannies, dragging the chest with her ribbons, brushes, and hairpins just to ask her older sister to fix them.
No one else is allowed to touch her curls. Not even the Queen.
What started as a mischief has now become part of their daily routine.
Hagne talks about random things, laughs, and even tries to comb her older sister’s hair as a way to "return" the care from the MC, and as chaotic as it sometimes becomes…
The hybrid wouldn’t trade these moments for anything in the world.
Sorry for the delay! It's short and... definitely not my best work!
It was past bedtime, and in the highest room on the east side of the castle, two elves were disputing a specific spot on the large canopy bed in the middle of the room.
"I’m sleeping here!" Briallen shouted, pointing impetuously at the center of the bed.
"No, me!" Hagne shouted back, also pointing at the same spot.
"I got here first!"
"No, I saw it first! I saw it! I saw it!"
"Eh, should I remind you two that this is my bed and I’m the one who sleeps here?" the MC interrupted before the shouting could wake even the elves in the forest.
The two turned at the same time to the older sister.
"MC, please," Briallen begged, putting her hands together in front of her body. "Let me sleep here! I’ve always wanted to!"
"No, me!" Hagne shouted louder, stamping her foot on the floor for emphasis.
The MC just shook her head.
"Alright, alright. You know the rules," she said, approaching the bed and beginning to arrange the pillows. "On girls’ night, there are no fights and no disputes, okay?"
Briallen hesitated and then rolled her eyes.
"Okay."
Hagne pouted, but when she saw she wouldn’t be chosen, she nodded.
"Very well! There’s room for the three of us."
The sisters climbed onto the bed and got comfortable, with the MC in the middle and Briallen and Hagne on each end.
"Great! Now we’ll read a book, eat the cookies, and then have a long and peaceful night of sleep, alright?"
"Alright!" The younger elves agreed in unison.
The next half hour passed to the sounds of cookies being chewed, pages of books being turned, and occasional comments about the story, followed by yawns of tiredness and sleep.
"And… the end. That was a good story, wasn’t it?" the MC asked in a soft, low tone to match the mood of the room.
"I liked that they didn’t kill the dragon," Briallen yawned loudly, resting her head on the MC’s shoulder. "I always root for them. They’re nice."
The MC chuckled softly.
"I like those endings where there’s reconciliation too. And you, Hagne? What did you like?"
Hagne furrowed her brow in concentration, seeming to think carefully.
"I like here!" she finally said, snuggling closer to her sister. "I like… I like the bed, I like Br’allen, and I like you."
"Me too!" Briallen agreed. "And I like it when it’s just the girls. Just the three of us."
"The three of us… yes, that’s my favorite part," the MC agreed, then pulled her sisters a little closer. "We’ll always have this. Don’t worry."
And some more yawns later… the three of them were asleep, ending another night where only the girls participated.
Drabble of Irusya (forgot how to spell her name) hunting with a baby MC ?
Sorry for the delay! Don't worry, this is the correct way to spell her name!
Ps: the MC here is in a phase between late baby (?) and early toddler (?) And sorry, this one is pretty short too.
Night had only just fallen, but the streets of the city were already empty. As if the humans there could somehow sense the presence watching them from the shadows and were trying to hide.
Foolishness.
Irusya could end it all in minutes. But… not tonight.
Tonight is the night for her to test how sharp one of her descendant’s most important senses has become: tracking a hunt.
"Here you go… feel the fresh taste in the air," she says to the small creature clinging to her hand. The little hybrid’s eyes are wide open, the free hand shoved completely into their mouth, sucking on the fingers. "Your father thinks you can’t find prey yet. But he’s wrong, as he often is."
She stops and kneels in front of the hybrid, who, upon seeing her face, opens a smile showing half a dozen tiny teeth.
"Can you do that for your dear grandma? Can you find some prey? Can you use that beautiful little nose to smell the food around you?"
The MC stares at her, the playful look still on their face, but with eyes strangely attentive to her voice — and then begins to walk unsteadily forward toward a narrower street, before turning the next corner and heading into another side street.
Irusya keeps the baby’s hand firmly in hers, not liking how she has to lean to one side to do so, but also unwilling to let the MC stray from her reach.
Humans may be weak and emotionally unstable, but their unpredictability — and their habit of gathering quickly in large numbers (mostly to cause chaos and destruction) — can be dangerous. Even for someone like the MC.
The MC keeps walking in that clumsy way, but not the least bit hesitant, babbling almost as if guiding Irusya, until suddenly they let out a small squeal. Irusya follows the direction of the baby’s fixed gaze and sees a solitary figure approaching.
The scent is unmistakably human.
"Very good, my dear. Very good," she says, stroking her grandchild’s tiny fingers. "You found the food."
She then lifts the MC into her arms for a moment before setting them down again. Then she removes her cloak, spreads it on the ground, places the MC on top, and gives them a cloth toy from her pocket.
"I’ll be back before you finish drooling all over that," she promises before starting her way toward the distracted human.
Hello! I’m still around and… writing whenever possible! I’m almost at the final stretch now. I’m currently working on one of the three scenes I really want to include in this update — and then comes the hook for Episode 3!!
Of course, in the middle of all that, there are moments of exhaustion and even procrastination (not to mention real life happening every minute).
Anyway, I don’t like making promises about updates because they never come out the way I expect, so… stay tuned over the next few weeks!
And as for the news… well, sometimes focusing on just one project can get a bit tiring and even boring (believe it or not). I’ve been mulling over an idea in my head that I finally decided also deserves a chance to come to life! That idea is called
The Long Road!
An IF with elements of thriller, drama, and touches that may or may not be supernatural… (you can follow the Tumblr I created for it if you want). I really think working on two WIPs will help me keep a better update rhythm, since I can switch between them and not feel so prone to procrastination. (By the way, I saw I have asks to answer — and I will!!!)
For now, the goal is to release Ch2Pt2, then start writing the first update of TLR, and alternate between both projects.
Well, that’s all for today. Take care and let me know what you think about it. Thank you for still being here!!!
Hi! Cute ask, it's MC birthday what presents the siblings have prepared? Homemade, expensive, with a sentinental meaning?
Philon: He would try to make something with his own hands for the mc but would feel insecure about the "just that" of the gift and would probably buy something else that also represents emotional value.
Briallen: She would buy everything she saw that reminded her of the MC. Not everything would be "useful," but it would have touches of "I saw this and it reminded me of you," "this has you in it!", etc. The MC would be able to understand why they received those things even if they couldn't or wouldn't use them.
Hagne: She would create things from scratch for the MC. Things with clay, magic, paper—as long as it had her touch and she felt it fit the MC, it was worth it. Every gift would have an artistic and personal touch. Lots of gifts of course.
Theron: He'd probably just give the MC one gift. Something unique and thoughtful. Straightforward. But if it were perfect, he'd probably prefer to buy it... but if he had to make the gift himself, that would be fine too. Quality over quantity.
Can we get a Drabble of Asta when she found out she was pregnant ?
Did she ONLY sleep with Carmello or was there someone else who she thought could’ve been the dad ?
When did her siblings find out and how ?
Yeah!
At this point she just slept with Carmello so..there was no doubt who it could be. 🤣
The siblings find out very quickly. Once Asta was certain of what was happening, she didn't hesitate to tell the king... and the king informed Silvina who gathered them all in an emergency family meeting before informing the kingdom's council.
Of course something is wrong.
Asta steps away from the table quickly, turning her body away from the smell of the food coming from it.
Food that until hours ago she had been dreaming of tasting, one of the great highlights of these banquets.
But now… now she couldn’t even look at it. The smell twisted her stomach in such a way that all she wanted was to throw the entire table out the window.
Trying not to draw more air than necessary, she leaves the hall discreetly.
Something is wrong.
This sudden aversion to food, drinks, and even once-beloved smells has been growing in recent days. And not only that, but…
Asta stops in the dark and empty corridor—the voices and sound of music echoing faintly down the hall seem more and more distant.
She closes her eyes, finally allowing herself to take a deep breath.
The nausea, the frequent tiredness that has granted her naps she never would have thought of taking in the middle of the day… the constant feeling of bloating…
Her eyes open when her heart skips a beat.
A certainty, much more than just a feeling, begins to seep into her mind and heart.
Her hands touch the silk fabric that covers her belly.
“No…”
Memories of the night she shared—the night that should never have happened—flood her mind.
“No… it can’t be.”
“Your Grace?” The voice of her personal maid pulls her out of the spiral her mind begins to enter. “The king asked me to see if you are well.”
Asta opens her mouth—at first to thank her and dispel the concern of her maid and her father. But then, she changes her mind.
“Call the healer. Bring him to my chambers immediately,” she orders.
Later, with the starry night as witness and the semi-darkness of her chambers, the healer examines Asta carefully and attentively—his face frozen in a mask of professionalism and discretion.
After what feels like an eternity, he steps back.
“Your Grace is carrying a child,” he declares without hesitation.
His words do not have the effect she expected. Shock, fear, denial. Only the confirmation of what she already suspected.
Acceptance.
Pregnant.
Pregnant with Carmello. The king of vampires. Old rival of the elves—her own race.
Pregnant without a commitment.
She turns her eyes to her belly, illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon.
Her fingers touch it again, and then the touch turns into a caress.
“It doesn’t matter. None of that matters. Even if I lose everything… I will have you. My baby. And you will have me.”
I decided to share with you what’s been going on since I mentioned there would be an update at the beginning of September!
Well, everything was going fine… until the council scene. That’s when I realized I was rushing through it and making things feel superficial. And I want to write something that makes sense, that doesn’t feel rushed, and that, in the end, doesn’t give you the impression that you weren’t able to make more meaningful decisions. In terms of writing and variation, this is more delicate and requires time, but I’ll move forward with this mindset.
The update will come out, yes, but it will probably take a little longer. (But much less than 11 months!)
Like, let's say the Mc snuck into their bed. Because they couldn't sleep/was cold and just wanna be near the Ro. And they just cuddle up to the Ro.
Caemon: He freezes instantly until he realizes the MC's intention and that they've likely sought him out for comfort. This will make him immediately turn to the MC and hug them back until he's sure they're comfortable and finally drifting off to sleep.
N: "hmm? Right, right..." still half asleep they will settle in better to make more space for the MC without asking questions or anything They could certainly get used to having their sleep interrupted like this...
Theome: They wake up immediately. They offer to go make some tea to help the MC. If the MC refuses, they just hold them and hum softly until they both drift off into dreamland.
Sostrate: She cuddles back automatically and falls asleep the next second. If the MC was comfortable enough to sneak into her bed like that, it's because there's enough trust between them. So, no questions are necessary. Cuddle is cuddle.
Tba: They're already expecting this, of course, so they've already left the bed and arms ready to welcome the MC and ensure they have the best night's sleep of their life.
Drabble of MC meeting their cousins for the first time ?
Well, this was a little difficult 🤣 I decided to assume that the mc met some of his cousins when he was between 10–12 years old and only the children of those who already had them (Hartwin, Mairenn, and Silvina). Their uncles had other children later, but this moment stands as the first time they met their “first cousins.”
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“They’re going to love you.”
“Like everyone else does?”
Your mother’s fingers freeze on the collar of your robe. The look she gives you is sharp and slightly exasperated.
“Mc…they are your family. It’s different.”
You sigh but don’t insist.
“Besides, they’re being raised by your uncle and aunts. Who, as far as I know, never treated you differently.”
The queen’s words make you relax a little. Always before meeting new people, you feel on edge. You never know what reaction they’ll have — fear, curiosity, disdain, fascination…anything is possible.
But as your mother said — they are family. It’s worth a try.
Minutes later, you are standing next to your mother and the reception party of the realm near the entrance gates.
And then, your cousins begin to leave the carriages and approach.
Your uncle ans aunts’ carriage — as always — arrives almost at the same time. You have a slight suspicion that they arrange it to happen on purpose.
First, Hartwin’s children — two boys the same age as you (Amis and Fred). They look shy but not frightened or averse. Then Mairenn’s sons and daughters (so many that she could raise her own private army), lively and unrestrained, soon begin asking several questions over each other.
“Is it true that you can destroy everything like this?” Kora, one of the girls named after your late grandmother, asks while snapping her fingers to emphasize.
“Uh…no?” you reply, glancing quickly at your mother who seems to be trying to hold back a laugh.
“Hey, are you coming with us to the gardens later? Please, please!” your other cousin begs, grabbing your hand.
Silvina, holding a baby in her arms, approaches and extends her arms toward you.
“Here is my heir, mc. Gustav.”
You take a step back, uncertain whether baby Gustav will be estranged by your presence or not. Your siblings never had been, but this is a baby who doesn’t know you yet.
To your surprise, the baby breaks into a toothless smile and stretches his arms toward you — it lasts only a few seconds before Silvina has to take him back.
But that is enough.
You exchange a few more words and loose phrases under the supervision of your parents until the adults move away and only you and a few watchful maids remain.
“It’s really nice to finally meet you,” Amis says. “I asked my father to bring me here several times, but we have court obligations.”
“It’s true,” Kora agrees. “My mother also wanted to come here more often but we couldn’t. Good thing this time everything worked out!”
“Yeah! Now I can boast about being your cousin with more confidence and things to say,” Warin, one of Mairenn’s older sons, says.
“Boast?” Your voice sounds so shrill you almost don’t recognize it.
“Of course! Not just anyone can say they share a bond with a powerful hybrid.” Your cousin’s nose lifts in a pompous and proud tone.
Your lips pull into a smile.
“Yeah, makes sense!” you agree, and soon feel someone slip their arm through yours. It’s your cousin Annora.
“Come on!” She pulls you. “Let’s explore!”
And as you follow your cousins through the castle — with them asking you thousands of questions about what life in Eloza is like, your tutors, duties, etc. — you gain the certainty that your family is your greatest ally. And the only ones whose opinion truly matters.
Not exactly the same but with the same essence as your request for reasons 🤡
Taking MC on outdoor hunts is one of Carmello’s favorite activities. Watching his little hybrid explore the forest, test their limits, and develop their powers gives him a satisfaction and contentment unlike anything else in his life.
And of course, the time with them far from the rush of court is also a nice bonus.
As soon as they reach a clearing, MC immediately starts running back and forth, but Carmello quickly approaches and kneels down, bringing his hands to his lips.
“MC… to hunt you need to be silent. Or you’ll scare the prey and it will run away.”
MC frowns, reflecting on their father’s words.
“But I can catch my prey really fast! I can use magic too.” And as if to prove their point, the hybrid lifts a hand and the tips of their fingers glow. “See?”
Carmello smiles, proud and paternal.
“It’s a great advantage… but there are principles in hunting when you’re a vampire. And being able to approach your prey unnoticed is a great achievement.”
MC reflects on the king’s words for a moment before nodding.
“Alright, papa.”
They continue walking deeper into the forest, when suddenly MC stops and Carmello mirrors them.
There’s the sound of footsteps approaching, not exactly stealthy, but light.
MC sniffs the air for a moment and then makes a face.
“It’s that old man like you, papa! Not prey.” The disappointment in the hybrid’s voice is palpable. "Caemon"
Hearing the steps draw closer and also recognizing Caemon’s scent, Carmello can’t help but let out a laugh.
“Very well observed… just be careful with your words, my dear. Some vampires are very sensitive about their age.”
MC looks toward the footsteps and shrugs.
“I’m hearing something over there too,” they say, pointing west. “That’s prey!”
“Go on, then!” MC prepares to run, but Carmello gently holds their arm. “Stealthy. Be stealthy, my love.”
The hybrid nods enthusiastically, though their eyes are already fixed on something else, and then dashes off — as stealthy as a five year old can be.
Moments later, Caemon comes into Carmello’s line of sight.
“News from the south?” the king asks without preamble.
“There is information of your interest, Your Grace. Valuable information,” Caemon replies, then glances around. “Not a bad job for someone old.”
The king blinks, then smiles.
“Oh? You heard? MC is just a spontaneous child. You should truly get to know them someday.”
Though he seems to want to say more, Caemon only murmurs a vague agreement and delivers his report to Carmello.
“By the way, I’m glad to see the king is not as sensitive as I am about age,” he adds when both hear a triumphant child’s shout. “Because the Princex said I’m just as old as Your Grace, didn’t they?”
Carmello raises an eyebrow at the vampire.
Silence falls between them. Not hostile, but with uncertainty.
“I’ll be on my way now,” Caemon begins to withdraw. Though he holds a rising position at court and is well regarded by Carmello, he prefers not to risk crossing any line.
“A wise decision,” Carmello agrees. “I’ll go after my dear MC. They’ve caught a big one this time.”
