Kath'tan had completely different thoughts running through his mind, the clothes he wore were all that he had. Enormous wardrobes filled with formal and well-tailored clothes. And although he had no interest in the throne, it was hard to miss his mother's proud expression whenever he wore one of the crowns from his large chests full of crowns without her urging.
Dulce had lost his color again, the Vampire insistently refusing to drink from him after they arrived at Ashford. Kath'tan couldn't convince him to change his mind, so he considered other methods.
"Come here," He invited, pulling the Vampire even closer. He had not only improved his fighting prowess in the past week, and naturally, Dulce had no guards up against the kiss.
He bit down on his tongue without a change in expression, feeding the Vampire a mouthful of blood.
