"As soon as you can get him, He is already yours as far as I am concerned, Just have to convince him." Dracula holds her cool and in his own. He softly rubs her hand with his other.
She smiled and took his hand. "When shall he be mine?" she asked quietly, her pale skin shining in the candle light.
"I will help you " Dracula agrees. He smiles softly and nods, "Yes he will yours." Dracula then motions for them to return to the feast, "Shall we?"
"He seemed interested in being with me..." she said quietly, he smile the only warm thing about her.
"I wouldn't trust his him with anyone else, but will he take to you?" He asks her, looking at her in awe as though he had been blindsided. He loved the idea. A powerful woman being tied to his son, he wouldn't trust anyone else to protect him. Well, maybe Lady Anubis.
She smiled. "You're looking at her..." she said quietly, her icy eyes glowing vibrantly and she was looking right at him.
"Do you have someone in mind for him? I didn't think you gave such matters any thought." he comments softly, looking at her and simply explaining everything he could without seeming rude.
"What do you mean, my friend?" She asked him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Yes. He does have that right doesn't he?" He questions softly. He turns his head slightly to a noise that called his attention.
"Do you have someone to propose?" He asks her questioning as to why she would bring it up.
"I know...but you should trust him...He is able to make his own decisions...He deserves a chance to prove himself..." she explained, annoyed that she was not being acknowledged by her comment.
"My son has the need to make his own choices for such subjects. I feel that he will not take a wife until political reasons call him to do so, even then he may stay with his mistresses and only hold her hand to keep an ally. I do not wish to push such decision that I make for him onto him." Dracula explains, his hands folded neatly in front of him. The real reason is that he doesn't know where to begin when picking someone for his son. Political standing will be a major factor, yes; but it is more of a compatible type of thing.
"Why do you speak of your own son as if he has no need of a lady...tell me that." She said.
"What is it you'd like to talk about?" Dracula asks as he looks toward her, noticing the crystal within her hand. "How may I help you?" He asks politely.
In the entrance hall, Glacien waited for her friend and was creating an ice crystal in her hand.
Once making it outside, Nessa tries to control the magic sparking from her right hand. Finally able to get control of her emotions, she is able to get control of her magic. She pulls her silver hair back into a leather band and then faces the beautiful castle. In the distance the horses snort and toss their heads.
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