Speak

Chapter 7

Renee was bold. Not just for a human, not just for a human speaking to a four thousand year old vampire, but for a human speaking to a thousand year old, royal vampire. For that, Cain had respect for her boldness. Most would never even think to be so daring to him, yet, Renee barely blinked an eye.

He knew it wasn't the right time yet, they were not to know of the tension between Voirol and Drale that was near to breaking their bond. Should they find out the truth, then all hope would be lost. Scarlet was as delicate as a jasmine flower and thus needed to be treated as such. Perhaps her best friend did not see it as clearly, for she spoke boldly with little fear to show. But he was still the King and she a mere human.

"I find myself somewhat enlightened by the thought that should there ever be a war, you believe me to be one to send two helpless humans out into it. No, Renee, I am not preparing you for war but rather life. You serve under my laws, your daily work is commanded by me, and you live in my home. I am without a fault one of the highest power heads in our known world; just living in my country automatically puts one at risk for the loss of life. I prefer that all those who live under my name to know at least some sort of basic self-defense, even my mill farmers to the Far East, who know nothing other than caring for the land and themselves, are knowledgeable in this life saving skill." He realized at that moment the harsh tone his voice carried, and the two very different looks on each girl. Scarlet's pale skin had gone just a shade lighter as her cheeks flared with colors, while Renee's face was deadly neutral, giving away no clues. With a small sigh his eyes casted down before returning to their faces. "I understand, with your background coming from Tobus, why you would see my actions as hostile." His tone was much smoother, and should it work as it almost always did then the two girls would soon sense a soothing calming affect claim them.

"I understand the power of status and how that destined your fate, and because that was so you were treated as such. You see fights- self-defense or otherwise- as something for only one who wishes to spill the blood of many." Of course, without one of the three speaking, they all knew this to be true for most soldiers. "It's a horrible way of thinking and reflects poorly on not just Lord Rolle but all of the men of his family prior to him. A good citizen is a well-rounded citizen, and the same goes for a leader- which is one of the reasons why we are here today. Now, are there any more questions?" Cain watched Renee lean back slightly in her chair, unofficially stepping down from the battle. Beside her, and from the corner of his eye Cain saw, Scarlet roll her lips once as the color that had slowly returned to her face left it once more. When she nodded her head, he looked at her with a risen eyebrow. Taking a small inhale, she looked to her friend, before looking at Cain. Her hands begun to fly around in the air, so quickly that they stopped moving only mere seconds after starting and fell back into her lap.

"She ask for a bell and a notebook." Cain found his head tipping slightly, he could understand the meaning for the notebook- but why the bell? Keeping his eyes on her, he addressed her rather than Renee. "Why do you need a bell?"

Seeing that Cain had spoken to her rather than her friend sparked something in her eyes. Cain couldn't name what it was quite yet, he didn't know her well enough yet to understand the language of her eyes, something told him it was a feeling that was rarely ever shown. She brought her hands back up, moving them slower than the first, and though he didn't understand one thing spoken through her hands her eyes never left his.

"The bell would be for when she is alone in her room or bathroom. It would be a signal to outsiders on whether or not they will be allowed to enter into her bedroom. It would make communication easier, sire." Cain fought a smirk that dared- sought to, fought to surface. Renee had found her manners once more, for her voice spoke with the sticky texture of honey.