It seemed the gathering of nobels was ended. It was just as well; when the meetings were shorter it was easier to memorize what was said. Amadeus' memory was wonderful, but lost its acuracy after a certain length of time. The sooner he reported what had happened to Ijemaru, the better. The boy could keep his memories organized and flawless for years.<br/><br/>The politician gave a nod to the two servants they'd chosen to bring with them. Bartholemew, an aging male human, served as their head butler. He was extremely capable and dependible for a human. The other was Mary, a slightly timid, but very cabable girl who served as their head maid.<br/><br/>Immediately, the two humans understood. They rushed, as eloquently as humans could, to the room where the guests' things had originally been stored and set about organizing the family's rooms.<br/><br/>Amadeus stood and gave a small, respectful bow to the king, as was customary in his home land. He then proceded out the door and off to his room. Within each family, everyone got their own room, unless they requested otherwise. But the families' rooms were often close together. As for the Hisuka family's rooms: Amadeus had one room, and next door was a door leading to three more sectioned off rooms; one for each of his "sons".<br/><br/>On his way there, he passed the hall where they had been entertained earlier. Amadeus gave a slight beckoning motion to the two of his sons that remained there and continued down the halls.<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>Ijemaru took and read the slate. He looked back up and took the hand extended to him, giving it a firm shake. "You have my word, no harm will come to Princess Lilliana. If I cannot keep such a promise, I do not deserve to be king."<br/><br/>There was the slightest of rumblings as people made their way to their rooms. "It seems the gathering has ended. I had better withdraw for the day," he said, giving his new friend a slight smile before handing him back the slate and making his way out of the catacombs. Having traveled their path once it was easy to trek it backwards.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Miku noticed her father beckoning them to their rooms and felt the relief wash through her. "I apologize my lady," she said, "but the night is drawing to a close. I do regret having to leave the sweetness of your presence, but a proper young man must heed his father's words. Another night," she said, gently releasing the girl, who was swooning rather pathetically.<br/><br/>She met up with Claudius on her way up the stairs. "I don't know how you do that stuff so easily," Miku said to him.<br/><br/>"Idiots like those cows see and hear what they want from the start," he said, giving a sneer. "Leading them on is<span style="font-style: italic">easy.</span>"<br/><br/>"But don't you--" Miku interrupted herself. She was about to ask whether it made him feel bad, but his previous answer made it obvious he didn't. She gave a slight sigh. Claudius was such a prince on the outside, yet such a jerk on the inside.<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>The Hisuka's were getting ready for a good day's sleep when Ijemaru finally arrived. "Sorry I'm late," he said to Claudius and Miku, looking around. "Father's in the other room then. Very well. I'd better catch him before he goes to sleep."<br/><br/>So the young vampire turned around and went into the room where their father resided. "Alright," he said, taking to a comfortable arm chair. He crossed his legs and rested his elbow on the arm of the chair with his head on his hand in the classic "superior" pose. As soon as he and his father were alone, and it was all business, he could immediately slip into his more natural role. No lies or deceptions were necessary for him to transform into the capable leader resting inside of him.<br/><br/>"What do we have to work with?"