Vlad:
That is why I need your power, Will
Shakespeare:
Leave it to me, milord
Moonlight filters through the stained-glass as the conversation draws to a close
In the ensuing silence, Vlad narrows his crimson-red eyes.
 
I have been working at le Comte’s mansion for the past few days now.
He has offered me a place to stay, free of charge, but guilt in the face of his hospitality had me insisting on helping out around the house. Besides, it is better than idling about for a month, so-
For the time being I would be assisting Sebastian with his duties.
I am now well-acquainted with the mansion’s residents to a point where I no longer feel the need to be on eggshells around them.
(…the residents here have accepted le Comte’s offer for personal reasons)
For instance, Isaac wanted more time to think-
And Vincent wished to paint more paintings.
To think that I am now surrounded by such great historical figures...
(I wonder if I would want to become a vampire too, if I was given the choice…)
I pondered this as I laid the table in preparation for breakfast.
Freya:
Hmm…I don’t know, it’s all so confusing
I mutter to no one in particular…
Vincent:
What has you confused so, Freya?
Freya:
Wha-!
Vincent had entered the dining room and looked at me curiously from my side.
Worry marks his features while Theo and Arthur file into the dining room after him.
Theo:
Isn’t she just wondering how to arrange the forks and knives?
Arthur:
Ah, cultural shock eh? I could teach you a thing or two about our lands
Freya:
Hey! Of course I know how to arrange cutleries
Vincent:
Then, what are you confused about?
