To be honest this whole thing was pretty unbelievable. There was no way anyone would believe a rose could turn into a vampire, let alone a rat. It was true that Montrell was a lot more intelligent than the â€˜averageâ€™ rat but he was having a hard time wrapping his head around this.<br/><br/>â€œSo you<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>telling me youâ€™re that rose that I picked? Rightâ€¦ Vampires can somehow turn into roses nowâ€¦ thatâ€™s a good one.â€ He gave a skeptical gaze and had to hold back a chuckle. He was not sure what to make of this situation at all. It made sense that she was the rose that he had picked; he did say she smelled like it. What bothered him was the fact that she suddenly begins to tell him that he was not a rat at all. He has been a rat since he was born, though she was right about him being able to use magic. Amongst the collection of books that lines the shelves there were several books that he used to practice with. He was quite good at magic, though his abilities were somewhat limited for obvious reasons. A rat had difficulty casting some spells a human could with ease.<br/><br/>When she spoke of her heart being placed back in her King her words lingered in Montrellâ€™s mind. The Kingdom has seen many Kings over the years, all coming from an ancient family bloodline. For generations, the same family has ruled the Kingdom, when one King died the son took over, any daughters were usually kept in the dark. The King, the current one, was a tyrant. Montrell only knew about the mysterious daughters because he had spoken to one of them before she was claimed by the swamp. He had not heard about the King having a vampire servant. Well, actuallyâ€¦ was she even his servant at all, or was she property or something? Considering how powerful the tyrannical bastard was it wouldnâ€™t be very surprising. After all, he does have a few garms as sentries; the garms have also been with the family for generations if he recalls correctly.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, the rat backed away again, â€œIf youâ€™re one of the Kingâ€™s familiars I want nothing to do with you. I live in my own little corner, away from the city.â€ He didnâ€™t care how long she had been sleeping as a rose, or whatever was going on with her, if she was the Kingâ€™s property then he wanted her out of his home. The last thing he needed were the Kingâ€™s soldiers storming through the place looking for her.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m not helping you get back to him either, so donâ€™t ask.â€ Montrell added in a sharp tone. â€œYou can go to him yourself, though, again, be careful. This swamp is not a friendly place and a lot of the old roads are blocked off.â€ He contemplated filling her in on what has happened during the years of her slumber. The rat doubted he was as old as Rose was, assuming she was pretty old, he was partially taking a guess because she was a vampire and most vampires he knew were old, he would be unable to explain to her everything in detail. A creature older than himself, and he knew a few, again he knew a few vampires as well, would be better suited for that. Considering the fact he was not very popular he had no intention of dragging a vampire all around the place looking for them.<br/><br/>If he ever decided that he had a death wish, then maybe would change his mind.