Vytheril had spent many years working up the trust amongst the other vampires to find himself positioned near the most powerful figure in the room, the Queen herself. He wasn't a noble and could care less who was his Lord and who wasn't. Vytheril wanted to take the bad of the situation he was in and turn it into something good the best way he knew how. His survivor mentality led him to this point in his servitude to the Queen and her noble subjects. If she liked him enough then he'd not only have a powerful ally in the court like Carmilla, but he could potentially attempt to convince her to spare his wife and child from the war that may sooner or later come to their doorstep, saving their lives and his home who he yearned to return to.<br/><br/>He felt as Carmilla presence jump off the thrown and beside him as he turned to hear her delicate voice whispering into his ear. He felt rightfully like the odd man out, considering his facial complexion was full of colors. He wasn't a vampire, and didn't have the intentions of becoming one neither. But that didn't mean he was prejudice. He felt safe around Carmilla from the others who would potentially want to do harm to him, so her soft voice would garner him to smile softly back at the noble vampire as he whispered. "Of course, m'Lady."<br/><br/>When the Queen stepped into frame, his smile faded back into one of a neutral gaze. His head tipping forward and the rest of his body coming to kneel at the presence of someone as the Queen herself. It was old serfdom code to kneel before someone of such nobility as a Queen. His head tipped forward and he kept himself kneeling before her with just the suttle words leaving his lips. "Your grace.."