While everyone else were chattering, drinking and some of them dancing in the livingroom; Minerva was enjoying a blood drink in solitude in the sunroom, away from the music and inappropriate behaviour, according to her, of the batlings.
Up until Davon found her and accompanied her at the table without having been asked to. "Quite the party inside." He smiled warmly as he set his blood cocktail down. "It was a great idea to bring everyone together like this, my lady."
Minerva scrunched her nose up slightly by the intruder to her peace but decided to let it pass, given who it was. "Please, Davon. We've been over this. It's Minerva, we've known eachoter for over a century."
Davon nodded slowly though frowned as he took a moment to ponder upon his next words. "It's just that I've been a terrible friend to you for the past years and I feel ashamed." He said softly then with a hand resting over his heart.
She tilted her head some and studied him silently with evident surprise lingering in her gaze.
He sipped his cocktail before he continued, a tad more careful in his tone this time around. "I don't feel like it's my place to ask anymore but.. I worry. How are things, Minerva? Xavier tells me Killian passed out in the bar a while ago, aren't you working the boy too hard? Yourself.. too hard?"
Minerva remained quiet still for another long moment, her gaze now set firmly on the crimson liquid in her glass which she then picked up to sip from before she shook her head calmly. "You've got nothing to be worried about, lord Von Lavish." She said sharply. "One way or another, that castle will be his."
He cleared his throat softly and bowed his head in a small nod. "Forgive me, I don't mean to overstep, my lady."
"You mean well, I am aware. But I can assure you I've considered every scenario."
"Even the scenario where your son could fall?"
"Yes." Minerva answered with no hesitation in her voice.
They both picked up their glasses for a sip as silence crept up on them.. the sound of music and people's chattering once more making itself reminded as Davon kept his gaze on the liquid in his glass after he'd put it back down, he then glanced back at Fang; the cowplant behind him as he seemed to think about her reply for a long time, a small frown lingering on his features until he flashed her another smile; even hough it appeared a tad forced.
"I would never question your authority, my lady. But I need to voice my concerns.. Reyes and you have been good friends to my family for a long time, your husband was my best friend.. and I could simply not forgive myself if something bad would happen and if I hadn't tried to prevent it." Davon paused, his smile fading as a seriousness found his gaze as he gestured with his hand towards hers, specifically at the black ring on her finger which held a round, crimson diamond. "It's not only been a hundred years since we were trapped here, it's also a hundred years since you lost your husband.."
Minerva shuddered back just slightly at his words and lifted said hand with a frown of her own as she looked down at the ring; mostly to avoid eye contact. "What're you saying, Davon?" She soon asked with a quite cold tone to her voice.
He sighed quietly and his expression softened. "I believe that your desire to take down the Count is not just because of the idea of a better future for our kin; but also because of you wanting to revenge your beloved. And I don't think that you see how that makes everything so much more dangerous."
"You're wrong." Minerva said firmly. "That makes it even more important and nothing assures a win more then the lust for revenge."
"My dear.. if the Count is to fall it will be so. And as I followed Reyes I shall follow you. But revenge can be blinding.. I trust you, my lady.. I only ask that you think twice before you act and that you let your allies in. Let me help."
"Very well.." She wrinkled her nose, his sweetness caused her discomfort to grow and she squirmed a tad in her seat, brushed off her dress at the skirt as she avoided his gaze yet again. "I will have you informed if I think of something you can help me with."
"Thank you." Davon smiled warmly and observed her with a glint in his eye. "I hate seeing you go through all of this, Minerva. Especially alone.. you know I've always cared about you deeply. More deeply then you might be aware of.."
"I know that I am probably coming off too strong now, and perhaps it's the blood drinks talking-" He joked, "-but I've held my tongue for far too long. And you do look absolutely stunning tonight it feels as if the words are being pulled out of me against my will. I apologize for that aswell, if it is to your disliking.." He smiled again, this time quite playfully.
"Davon.." Minerva murmured with a raised brow, her gaze finding his in hesitation as his bluntness had her quite loss for words. She studied him quite intently and noticed herself swallowing quietly before a tiny smile found her lips.
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