King Vatore rose to his feet first, signalling the end of lunch. He offered his hand to his wife, stealing her away from the hall before she interfered further in things.
He loved having her around the castle, and he appreciated her keeping her eye on their children, but sometimes, it seemed like she was interfering a little too much.
Young Vampires needed experience as they grew, their children were tough, they would live. And every single Vampire in the country knew better than to antagonize the physical representation of their alliance with Asten, even Luka knew better.
So he skillfully guided her away, leaving the younger Vampires in each other's company.
Cielo Bianci shot to his feet when his sister did, nearly tipping his chair over in his haste.
Luna gently helped him right up the chair, her pale blue eyes shooting daggers as she glared at Luka, who had lifted a hand like he also wanted to provide assistance.
