[h3][color=7bcdc8]Laurent de Liberté | 8:00 pm | House of Grangrel[/color][/h3]

Lying on his bed, shirt open revealing soft pale skin, Laurent was eyeing some documents that had been passed to him the night before. His eyes showed signs of tiredness and he rubbed them with the back of his hand as he accommodated himself on the cushions under his head. Maybe he should take a nap before getting ready for the night... 

[color=82ca9d][i]“Good evening, everyone. Our lord has a message."[/i][/color]

With a groan, the boy sat straight on his bed and put the papers on his night table. It seemed that their bossy master had a request this early in the night. Well, he would have to wait. Laurent wasn't a dog that would just run to his side for any capricious demand. And he was busy too. 

He ran a hand through his hair and waited for the next instructions as he slowly got up from the bed and unbuttoned his long shirt, the only thing covering his body, letting it fall slowly on the floor. 

[color=82ca9d][i]"You are to plan and execute a magnificent achievement. A competition between the Houses has begun..."[/i] [/color]The voice echoed through the ornate, golden tube on the wall. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Hmm... What clothes should I wear..?" [/color]The boy wondered paying no attention. He looked at the mirror as he pressed a black silk shirt to his naked chest, then a white one. 

[color=82ca9d][i]“The winning House will rule London.”[/i][/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Oh?" [/color]The final statement picked his interest. That was his chance to shine. A magnificent achievement, eh? He walked towards the big window in his bedroom and opened the curtains, staring at the city lights far away and his lips curved into a smile. The new ruler will be his Elder, and him, the young commander that the city will revere. Ah, if his father could see him now, wouldn't he be proud?  But those were all dreams for now, he though. He still needed to bring victory to his house if he wanted the power that ruling over London would bring him. There was no time to loose. 

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[i]Tap tap tap[/i] 
Leather boots echoed through the marble hallway as the young man approached the room they usually used for meetings. He was never the first to arrive, and never the last. But today he hoped to be noticed among the other high ranks. 

With his black leather studded coat covering his delicate body, he showed himself tall and imposing as any warlord, and directed his cold stare to the other vampires. [color=7bcdc8]"I demand to be informed of the situation." [/color]He said calm but strict.