Send “I pledge my loyalty to you.” To be in my muse’ service
"Do you, now? How ravishingly nostalgic." Frozen eyes observed her with the hint of curiosity of an ancient soul who had heard similar vows given with the utmost intentness.
"I hold no interest in possessing the fealty of those who are easily swayed. Something mine is, above everything else, mine. Supremely and irrevocably. Your loyalty could dubiously prove worthy of burning at that level, when your lips offer it so freely to someone you barely know."
Still, the vampire scrutinized her from his desk. Dissecting either her posture or her spirit. Perhaps both.
"April Young. A spring nymph at my door, being that the case. Tell me. You wish to pledge your loyalty to me. In exchange for what?"
His hand raised with the natural authority of a maestro, forbidding an unoriginal symphony before it could begin.
"Do not claim you wish for nothing. There are those who obtain their ambitions, meaning and heart's desires from yielding to someone else. In such cases, the reward remains very much existent. And you just proclaimed yourself interested in being at my service. You ought to know, the very least I would demand from you is the truth.
What do you wish for, spring nymph?"