Chapter 8

Mr. Kyro POV

"My Lady," I bow. "I have news to report."

Sitting in front of me is a beautiful woman. Her pale skins gives an etheral glow. Her bright red eye pierce into my soul, with arched brows, a sharp nose, and full, plump lips. Her legs cross over themselves, giving off the illusion of longness and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her curvy figure shows in the dark blue dress she wears.

"What has my granddaughter doe now?"

"I think she has pulled a future powerhouse under her wing, Madam," i respond. "He's barely three days old, but has the strength of a hundred-year-old vampire, probably even more. If i wasn;t using my strength, i would've lost during our sparing."

"Hmm...A newborn...What is his ties to her?"

"Mistress Katherine seems to have made him into her 'Dear', Madam."

"The girl done it? He must really be special for my granddaughter to seek him out and turn him as well."

"He is special indeed. It's probably with the help of Mistress Katherine, but Sir Rowan shows more self-control than some of the nobles we have, and the same could be said for his son."

"Son?!"

Madam leans up in her seat, anger evident on her face.

"How foolish of my granddaughter to want a man, a boy toy, who's already been with someone else, someone below her?!"

"Madam, calm down. SIr Rowan turned a little boy, for what I don't know, however the boy smells that of Rowan to a potent degree, and Sir Rowan calls him son."

With the explaination, Madam calms down, but her anger still simmers a bit.

". . .What to do with this child," Madam groans, shaking her head softly. "Keep me informed as always."

" As you wish, Madam," i bow. Turning to leave, i pull the double dorrs close, but not before Madam orders.

"After your duties, come to my chambers to feast."

"Yes Madam."

With the doors closed, my bloodthirst spikes. It's been a too long since I had Madam's delious blood to sooth my hunger.

Calming myself down, dusting myself, I walk down the many halls, fulfilling my duties.

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