Itachi stalked through the walls of his domain.
It had been a long week.
First, a count had been killed and now, the council was breathing down his neck and putting pressure on him.
His mind went to the little princeling. He had wanted to kill the vampire there and then but he had held back as his blood sang in warning.
He knew very well how powerful blood can be. He was, after all, one of the few who had been able to decipher one or two of the messages hidden in vampire blood by the progenitor.
He entered his entrance hall, his eyes ghosting over the display of wealth.
If it was up to him, the entrance hall would be bare but his wives had taken care of the interior decorations.
He walked straight to his throne room, pushing the door open.
The darkness in the room bowed to him in greeting, acknowledging their master.
However, his eyes were on the figure sitting on his throne.
