He watched the princess in silence like he normally did. The rough bark of the tree he was leaning against began to cut into his clothed back. The tall dark haired man crossed his arms over his chest before pushing himself away from the tree to follow after the blonde woman. He fell in step beside her but exchanged no words. It was his way to be a silent man, only speaking when he was talked to or when he felt it necessary to let his thoughts be heard. 

Roman knew of the princess's habits of sneaking out of the castle to explore around the human settlements; there were times when he went along with her as well. In their younger years they had gone to the human settlements countless times. A light smirk played on his lips as he watched the younger male grew confused. Hardly anyone beyond himself and the princess knew of her antics and nightly habits. Roman liked to think that he knew the blonde woman the best; after all he had been by her side the longest. The dark haired male bent at the waist as the princess pressed a kiss to his cheek so she wouldn't have to strain herself to reach his cheek. Roman was quite tall, even taller than Drake was. 

"Good night, Lia." 

Despite his distant and cold personality the way in which he spoke her voice showed so much warmth from the normally cold toned man. Roman waited until the pair was safely over the wall and a distance into the forest before following after them.

On occasion he trailed after Ophelia when she thought he was doing something else, like drinking or gambling. Maybe the blonde woman knew that he did follow her and she just never brought it up. Just because he had placed a wall between them didn't mean that he cared any less for her. It was in his nature to be quite protective. Ophelia was the little lamb that he needed to guard like the dutiful shepherd he was.

Roman walked quietly through the forest along the path that he knew the princess would take.

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With the night came silence that was punctuated by the occasional laughter of drunken men. Their voices carried out into the quiet street and down the block. With the night came the urgency to get home. The streets were empty save for a few staggering folks who were coming or going from the taverns. With the night came danger. With the night came the threat of becoming someone's meal.

For someone like her though, the night was comforting. There was nothing for her to fear. She could not be changed, she could not join them. In some ways she welcomed death with open arms; it meant that she would be free of the stigma she carried. She was unable to get a job due to her past. It wasn't drugs or crime that did her in, it was being attacked by one of them at a young age and remaining human. 
Andromeda was different. She wasn't like normal humans; no one knew what she was exactly. Some rumors swirled around that she was the product of a vampire and human spending a night in passion. Some rumors swirled that she was the unholy spawn of a demon. 

Her dark eyes took in the abandoned sidewalk before she deemed it safe to relax. The woman sat with her back pressed against the wall of a small shop that sold fancy looking hats if the window was anything to go by. Her clothes were messy and dirty from her latest attempt at a job; ss long as she kept her neck covered and no one knew who she was then she was safe during the day. At night she was able to take off the thick band of cloth that covered her scars. It was an itchy, uncomfortable material but it did it's job at hiding what it needed to without being too thin. Her latest venture in the job market had been at one of the butcher shops. She had been handling the customers and setting the meats out on display. 

The cool night breeze felt wonderful on her heated and slightly sweaty skin. Maybe tonight she would be able to find a place to sleep and maybe a warm meal. She had been given some money from her job earlier thanks to the wife of the shop owner. Leaning her head back against the wall she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

It never went well when she slept. There were always nightmares of her attacker; he was always in the back of her mind, taunting her. He was dead. He wasn't going to hurt her anymore; the hunters had made sure that he was put down after attacking and killing another young kid. There had been resentment that the little 'witch' as she was often called, had survived and the other kid - a boy a few years older than her -had died. It had been seventeen years since she last stepped foot in her home town. There were times when she would see someone that she remembered passing through. They would stop and stare before calling her a name and hurrying away. 

She had seen the mother of the boy several times. Each time she cursed at her and yelled that it was unfair. Andi had never asked for this to happen to her; she never asked for this burden of guilt. 

For a few minutes she was able to sleep peacefully until the face of her attacker appeared in her mind. She jumped and looked around with hazy eyes. 

_Get ahold of yourself Andi. You're twenty-three years old for crying out loud! He isn't coming back to hurt you!_ She thought as she rubbed her eyes and settled back down once more on the side walk.