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He knows for a fact that with great power comes great responsibility, which is why Luhan never really took his title as the Prince for granted. He wouldn't go around and act as though he were high and mighty, nor had he ever chose to take the easy way out of things. Most vampires assumed that his seat on the throne was nothing more than a simple joke, but what they hadn't known about him is that he wasn't as impulsive as he looks. He thinks before he acts upon a situation, playing out the possible outcomes beforehand was a strategy he often used. It was proven to be an effective choice at the end of the day.
'Why didn't you kill your uncle when you visited China?' This was a simple question that was not only asked of by his caretaker, but as well as Suho's caretakers. And the answer that Luhan would give them? Well, it hadn't changed. It remained the same. Every. Single. Time. "There was a time and place for everything, but now's not the time," he finds himself repeating those very words with a scoff spilling past his lips. Everyone was so frantic, and here he was, not worrying himself as others were.
However, the door time his home was suddenly kicked in and he's greeted with four men. Each one was dressed in black suits, masks were covering the lower region of their faces—to keep their identity a secret, or so he assumes. "Ah, what do we have here? Unwelcome guests, or would it seem that I've forgotten to take out the trash?" Disdain was etched upon his words as he spoke, he flattens the palms of his hands onto the surface of the couch and pushes himself up until he's properly standing on his own two feet. "Let the battle begin."