The grand hall of the estate stood silent while he awaited the arrival of his new pet. Council business had stole him away, unable to greet him when he had first arrived. He was sure that Galen would have been accommodating if not cutting with his words. It drew a cruel smirk on his lips and settled him with remorse that he had missed the two and their first meeting. It would have provided entertainment to watch his pets circle each other. It was a trait that he decided to nurture for a time longer before he forced them to focus on the only thing that mattered. Their Master.
He had ordered the servants to leave the torches burning on the wall as they left. Galen directed to keep his eldest, Marius, company that night. Order given to have Kian bathed and the harness fitted to his chest. Like Galen, Kian would need to earn the right to wear clothing. He had many rights to earn before Lysander would see him more than just a pet. A toy for his own pleasure. The vampire leaned against the main table as he waited. His armor removed and dressed in simply trousers and leather boots. His chest bared with only the necklace that bared the sigil of his house against his breast.
Patiently, he await his newest pet with his hand rested on his crotch and the other anchored to the table behind him. It was their first night together and as much enjoyment that the vampire held with milking the pet in public before the ownership, it was time for him to fully claim what was now his - and the trinkets that sat behind him, covered by a veil, were sure to assist him.