<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, Izolda & Vlad<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Transylvania- Count Dracula's Castle<br/><hr/>Lyanna noticed the woman's beauty instantly as she walked in. Was it something about women that made her instantly have distaste for her? Perhaps it was something else... Still, something deep within told Lyanna that this unearthly beauty was not the Count's sister but perhaps his mistress.<br/><br/>Stiffly, Jonathan was lost in the woman's beauty as he gazed at her with lust in his eyes. He offered a polite smile to the late woman but found himself at a loss for words. His eyes turned to the Count and noticed his cheeks were red with embarrassment. "Oh of course. No fault of hers. Our dear Lyanna will be happy to help her learn I am sure." He smiled at his dear daughter who was less then amused.<br/><br/>The Count's eyes were not even on Jonathan though. They were fixated on Lyanna. As if feeling his stare, Lyanna turned to look at the Count to check if he was looking at her. He certainly was and she quickly focused on something she would pretend to be more amusing. But her attention going elsewhere was short lived as the Count rose to his feet and made his way towards her. Instinctively, she recoiled a bit in her chair as he offered her his "token".<br/><br/>Staring at him hesitantly as her mother and father watched her with assuring eyes to accept him, Lyanna's warm hand grazed against the Count's cold one as she carefully took the rose from him. Lyanna looked up at him with blue stormy eyes and forced a small smile. "Thank you." She responded in a short manor before taking the rose and setting it in her lap.<br/><br/>"One of many roses in your future." Jonathan smiled proudly to his daughter.