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On the opposite end of the dark room from which Claude was sitting, the double Mahogany doors swung open at the same time, and from behind them stood one solitary woman, without visible bodyguard or lady in waiting. She strode into the room with a confident sort of swagger that was both ladylike and warrioresque. A she came further into the room one solitary body guard drifted in behind her, looking vigilant and nearly emotionless.

His appearance however would not take away from the woman glow. She was clearly a noble, with hair so golden it reflected what little light came from the rune above and shone like a gold shilling. She was tan, something akimbo to most nobles who, constantly ushered inside by lades in waiting and taught horrendous things about the sun, believed being pale was a mark of nobility. Yet it would be her eyes that captivated and ensnared one into conversation. They were balanced, with both the intensity and the understanding that came with one of her rank yet kept her nose level with her chin. She was different from most nobles, even with her flouncy red dress with only emboldened her presence. She stopped at the head of the table, and looked down the line dissapprovingly.

"And what might this be?" She asked, her voice clear from all corners of the room. "I was told this meeting with the Pureblood Claudius would be a private matter. Or do you believe that I'll castrate your precious tomcat?" A chuckle came to the edge of her voice. For such a lady to speak this way would be... outrageous. A vampire nearest the edge of the table stood, clearly suspicious during the murmurings of the others, of this audacious woman's identity. As their murmuring continued, her bodyguard leaned against the wall, remaining silent and watching all that was happening before him. 

"State your identity," Spat the noble half blood in near blithering rage, his hand fiercely pointing at the woman in red with every syllable that escaped his over chapped lips. "Your audience with Sir Claudius can and will be denied. Should you be a commonor we will have you escorted to-" 

"Beatrice."

"...Ah...?" The Half blood blinked, slowly lowering his pointed hand.

"I am Beatrice Havok of House Ferrous." A small smile spread across her lips as the Half Blood, clearly embarrassed, stood in stunned silence. "Did you lose your seat, Sir?" With a nervous chuckle echoing from the table, the Half blood slowly took his seat, clearly angered by this young woman's spine. "Now," Beatrice began once more, gesturing to Claude at the other end of the table... and looking right into his eyes. "Do you all intend for me to sit a miles length away from Sir Claudius or will I have my request?"
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