Bring Her Food

With the mention of the enslavement camps, a handful of the noble vampires turned their attention to the young queen. It was not a secret that Elys came from one of the camps near the borders. Although she was a queen now, her past was undeniable.

Her eyes traveled towards Archduke Keane, and their gazes locked for an instance before the Archduke veered away.

'What was that about?' Elys asked herself. 'As far as I knew, Archduke Keane was someone neutral. Does he have some underlying motives?'

The young queen pondered upon the possibilities that the noble vampire could have some. The idea wasn't far-fetched at all.

"You do agree, my king, right?" Archduke Keane raised his head and made his voice clearer.

Aleksander didn't have any qualms with the Archduke's suggestion and waved his hand for Sir Wiriam to come forward. The Farvar's eldest son separated from the rest of the ranked military personnel within the room, and then approached Aleksander.