It was a beautiful day, noted the blonde vampiress as she sat beneath a large white oak tree in the courtyard garden. The sun had since began setting on the beautiful autumn day, and Ophelia felt herself allowing her eyes to travel towards her bodyguard, Roman DeLuca. He wasn't far off from her, but she averted her eyes rather quickly as she looked to the pages before her that bore her neat script across them. In one week she would be able to plea her case to the council about the stupid marriage law. This wasn't centuries back!

Ophelia knew if given the chance she could rule this coven almost as well as her father had. She sighed, her fingers tangling into her mess of blonde locks. Her dress was annoying, and she turned to her right to see the walls that were built around the castle. How she desperately wanted out. 

Finally, she stood, looking to Roman, as soon, they would be joined by Drake Burke. He only was allowed the night watches because the coven witches hadn't made him a daylight ring yet, which Ophelia found to be rubbish. She gathered her things and began towards the castle, knowing Roman wouldn't be far behind. He had been allowed to slack at night, when the coven was most active, because of Drake guarding her, but tonight would be different, that much was certain.

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Drake awoke early, seeing as the sun was still just barely over the horizon. He groaned. Keeping an eye on Ophelia was easy, he had to admit, and she always shared thoughts with him when he asked her. Still, he rose from his satin sheets and dressed himself. His shift would start soon, meaning after about an hour, Roman would either bail on them or just... he didn't quite understand his partner. He was born to protect the female, and he was certainly privileged, so why didn't he try to continue to reaffirm his trust.

Perhaps Drake didn't understand because he was a turned vampire over a born one. Still, as he exited his room that was to the left of the princess's chambers, he saw her and Roman not far behind. "Mi'lady," he greeted with a small bow. She simply offered him a smile.

"Hello, Drake. Glad to see you're up." She said, stepping to her door and looking upon her bodyguards, a certain glimmer in her eye. "I shan't be long." She said as she disappeared into her chambers and Drake sighed. He had never quiet seen that glimmer in her eyes before, buy moments later when she exited her room, he could guess why.

She was in a pair of fitted, black trousers that she had tucked into her knee-high leather boots. She was wearing a white button down blouse as well, and she began pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "Mi'lady, where are we going?" Drake asked.

"Drake, you know you may call me Ophelia, and you shall see." She said, the glimmer in her eye still hadn't faded as she walked over to Roman and smiled. She placed a small kiss to his cheek, and she stepped back. "Since I doubt you want to tag along on one of my adventures, I wish you good night."

Adventures? Drake hadn't known she went outside the walls of the castle, and he wasn't entirely sure she was allowed, but he followed after her. "M- I mean, Ophelia, what are we doing?" He asked her, knowing thay this could be quite troublesome for him.

"We're going to the nearby human settlement, I need to look into something. I promise it will benefit you. I won't allow you to feed on them, as it is against my views to drink directly from human veins, hence why I drink blood given voluntarily by those we do business with. However, this may finally show my father that you are ready for a daylight ring. I know you must miss it." She explained and he paused for a moment before following her once more. He was beginning to hope Roman would come along.

They reached the outside, and the darkness had finally settled in, and it felt wonderful to be outside, but as they crossed the courtyard, towards the wall, he looked to her as she climbed the nearby tree and hoped on top of the wall. "Well, come along now."

Drake sighed and followed on suite as they dropped to the ground below and he looked to her. "Won't your father be angry?"

"Not if I am correct." She assured him as they began walking through the forest.