{ In life as in chess, it is always better to analyse one's motives and intentions ~ Vladmir Nabokov, Prin }
Gabriel sat behind his huge mahogany desk in his study, looking at his chessboard while Luther sat in the darkest part of the room, away from the rays of light shining through the window. Luther is his right-hand man, and he trusted him more than Cassius now; he proved himself to him over the centuries. Naturally, he knew some of the secrets of the pure-blooded vampire, like sitting in daylight without getting burnt or dying.
Luther was a third-generation vampire, he too could sit in the sun, but it was bothersome. It hurt his eyes, and he burned easily. He only lasted in its rays for a maximum of an hour a day before his skin would burn.
