<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/mehro9597_zps645f4200.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Lyanna Rose Wright<br/><strong>With:</strong>Illiana, Jonathan, & Vlad<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Transylvania- Count Dracula's Castle<br/><hr/>Jonathan found the fact that the servant was encouraging them to start their meal but without their host was odd but decided against questioning the woman as she left. Taking in the surroundings, they were brought to grand dinner room with a great portrait of a handsome man dressed grandly. It had to have been the Count or his descendants but only Illiana was aware that it was indeed the Count.<br/><br/>Illiana sat by her husband clearly anxious and oddly excited while Jonathan was relaxed and trying to comfort his uncomfortable daughter. He had not expected his wife to be so nervous as he sipped his wine and she nibbled at the prepared meal.<br/><br/>Lyanna sitting across her parents gave the impression of being less then impressed. In truth the castle was beautiful despite the ominous quality of it. Sitting tall and straight in her chair, she casted her eyes down at her plate and ate slowly the way the English Lady was expected to as they waited for their host - whom she was in no rush to meet.<br/><br/>It was not long before the Count Dracula entered the room gracefully towards the English family. Illiana's eyes instantly went to him and nearly swooned in her chair. Jonathan offered a polite smile to the gentleman. "Yes Count Dracula." Jonathan smiled kindly to the man and stood up in his seat to offer him his hand to shake. "It was a long trip but our guide ensured us we would make it by nightfall and that it was not wise to go to an inn for the evening. I suppose he was right, for an inn would not have offered such a fine meal." he explained to the count.<br/><br/>Lyanna remained in her seat with a stubborn expression as she stared at her meal. Only once did her eyes turn to the man to see if he was old and fat as she invisioned a Count to be. However, he was surprisingly a handsome man. Still, Lyanna was not easily taken simply because one was handsome. If that were the case then she would have accepted ones hand before ever considering to travel here.<br/><br/>Illiana must have noted her daughter was making no attempt to properly meet the Count. She wished to apologize for her daughters rudeness but instead spoke out loud a proper introduction. "Yes, Count Dracula." she began to agree with her husband. "We've traveled quite far though your beautiful country sites were worth the long hours in a lurching carriage. My daughter has been eagerly waiting for the carriage to stop and bring us to shelter." she smiled at her pouty daughter.<br/><br/>Lyanna looked up at her mother wanting to scold her. Her mother was not lying though, Lyanna really was looking forward to get out of the annoying carriage. But to bring her involved to converse with the Count was something she had no interest in. Her eyes turned to the Count and she instantly felt weak which was upsetting to her. The reckless red head hated feeling weak to others, but this mans presence was powerful in itself. She lost her words for a moment before remembering herself and nodded sheepishly. "Well yes. Space is so limited in a carriage, Count Dracula." she spoke evenly before turning her eyes to her father.