"Are you questioning my capabilities, Marquess Francis?" Duke Elvis asked, mentioning the man's title in a way of showing who was superior.
The old pureblood simply glanced at the petty human with a look of pity in his eyes.
He brought the glass of blood to his lips, ignoring the man's stupid question.
Duke Elvis fumed from where he sat. He was about to demand an answer from the man. When he felt his wife's hand touch his from under the table.
He looked at her, wondering why she was doing that, but the youthful woman just smiled softly at him, further squeezing his hand.
The man held back his outburst and stood up to leave, along with his wife.
"Excuse us," the Duchess Deborah Davidson said smilingly.
The old Duke didn't care to excuse himself but rather stomped out angrily while his wife tried to catch up to him.
Lester just chuckled at the old man's antiques while the others just ignored the old fool.
The young Duke observed his fellow guests. He looked at the old Marquess who sat comfortably with his wife and their two children, Desmond Thornhart and Karrina Thornhart, such an interesting family, he thought.
Always kept to themselves, mostly staying quiet but commanded authority.
The boy had a condition that was known only to a number of people, which included his nosey self.
And the girl, she was a complicated case herself, but she was rumoured to be engaged soon to the dutiful future Marquess, Jeremiah Dalton.
But the vampire didn't seem even a tad interested, and neither did the vampiress.
Just then, the vampiress' eyes lifted to meet his that were staring at her.
Smiling softly at the blonde haired woman, he raised his glass in the air and tipped his chin towards her.
The girl returned the same gesture but didn't smile at the vampire and went on to mind her business.
Stacey saw this action and balled her dainty hand into a hard fist.
Earlier in the morning, she wanted to spend time with the Duke, but he never paid any attention to her.
He only paid her attention when he was asking her something, that she had no idea about, which made her seem uneducated.
She had changed her dress into a simple maroon velvet one, but the man didn't seem to notice, and now that ugly bustard girl wanted to take him from her.
She had to put the girl in her place, clearing her throat softly, and she leaned more towards the table.
The action revealed a supple amount of her milk white cleavage. "Duke Lester, you should try this lamb. It was grazed back at our farm in Yraville. It tastes divine." Stacey drawled while cutting a piece of the lamb wanting to place it on the Duke's plate.
Lester knew what the brainwashed vampiress was doing, but he decided to play along instead of letting the girl put the mutton on his plate.
He grabbed the fork from her fingers and placed it in his mouth.
Chewing the meat slowly, he swallowed it and praised, "Not bad."
The young pureblood was delighted by the Duke's response to her advances. She smiled from ear to ear, looking down at her plate, her smooth cheeks painted with a pink blush.
Caroline just rolled her eyes at her sister's actions, pitying her, for she knew the Duke a little and behind that phoney smile hid a lunatic just like her cousin brother, Gavriel
While the group sat quietly at the table, each occupied with their own heinous thoughts, the dining room hall opened, and a majestic silver haired man strode in confidently.
Gavriel had finally decided to go and meet his guests. He didn't want to, but it wouldn't hurt to poke fun of his 'oh so loving family' he sassed internally.
So after the boring carriage ride back to the castle, he made for the dining hall where he knew the guests would be eating.