Isaria barely glanced up from her reflection in the mirror, quietly working a comb through her hair, to acknowledge the appearance of two members of the vampire guard as the entered, dragging a reluctant Zen with them. As she had expected. They were hardly going to allow a fledgling to run around the city causing trouble. With a heavy sigh she dropped the comb on the table. Part of her was tempted to let them stake him, save her the trouble. He was impertinent and he talked too much. But…it would hardly before. After all, it was only his first day and had not everyone single one of them struggled with the first day of their new lives? She knew she had. The thirst had been incredibly, in fact she had been insatiable for months, with no thoughts of the life she had left behind or the people.<br/><br/>Isaria turned to survey the situation, a frown tugging at her lips. “I know the rules, gentlemen but this was the only way to make him see.” Sighing she waved a hand in their direction. “The elders are stuffy old men who do not frighten me. I will take care of him if and when he steps out of line. As it is, release him. He did not get far and did no harm.”<br/><br/>Already this boy child was giving her a headache and vampires didn’t get headaches.<br/><br/>Standing she walked over and cupped the boy’s chin. “You are impossible. Learn to hold that tongue of yours, know when to speak and when to keep silent.” Then her eyes flashed as she moved her gaze up to the vampire who wielded the stake and a grin smile touched her lips. “And you two. How dare you enter my bed chamber without asking permission?” She grabbed his wrist and twisted until the stake slipped free. “If you do so again it will be your heart I put this through. Now get out.”