Generous mistress
Drake's response was immediate, tinged with a sense of urgency born of his unwavering devotion to his mistress. "My lady, though I sought the blood of the village chief, I was unable to secure it. However, I have procured that of his son, whose lineage ensures its royal quality."
Elena's gaze remained steady, her features a mask of composure as she considered his words. "Very well, Drake," she conceded with a nod, her voice a calm echo in the night. "See to it that such oversights are not repeated in the future."
Elena regarded Drake with a mixture of curiosity and slight irritation. "Drake, you mentioned you had something to discuss. What is it?" she inquired, her tone expectant.
Drake straightened his posture, steeling himself before addressing his mistress. "My lady, It's still on the subject of our food. I must express my concerns regarding my recent efforts to procure blood from the villagers," he began, his voice measured yet tinged with urgency.