Cordelia, Henry, and the rest of the knights that accompanied Elys and Aleksander were outside, waiting and oblivious to the happenings of the throne room.
"Hey, Henry," Cordelia nudged at the attendant that stood stiffly beside her.
The old man turned to her and raised a brow, "Yes?"
"I can't seem to find myself not to notice you were always so wimpy. Would you like to become stronger?" she asked him out of the blue. "I can help you learn a few self-defense tricks."
Henry was taken aback by the weird question Cordelia raised. The knights who waited with them were as silent as dead men, and the quiet made it a bit more embarrassing to Henry. He knew all too well that the vampires heard Cordelia's question for him, as well as her little remark.
"Woman," Henry adjusted his pince-nez as he tried to save a bit of dignity in him, "why do you ask such a thing?"
