Ophelia was learning everything she needed to, and as she listened to the bar keep, nodding to let him know that she was paying him her full attention, and she felt Roman enter as she was getting her answers. She looked to her drink and drank it, paying for hers and Drake's before she stood. Drake went to follow her and she gave him a look that spoke for itself and he sat down. As much as he knew he should follow her, even as she went outside, he knew to wait a moment.

A couple of the men in the back filed out behind her, and Drake moved as well, finding the woman he had sworn to protect down the street just in front of a woman who was sitting on the ground. The men he saw leave were watching as well, but he saw the princess look towards him, and he knew what that one meant. She could handle this. He gave a nod, finding Roman. "What is the deal with St. Clare?" He inquired, quietly to his partner, but soon his attention was drawn down the street.

Ophelia stood before the woman a gentle smile on her face. "Good evening," she greeted before offering her hand to the woman, the warmth that radiated from her not dying. "My name is Lia, what's yours?"

One man walked by and spoke. "Lost cause, she's a freak." He taunted, and Ophelia spoke.

"Only in the eyes of the beholder. The only opinion that matters is the one that one carries of themselves. You may believe she is a freak, but perhaps you say that because it is you who are the freak." She spoke, and the man offered an odd look before Ophelia turned to the woman before her. "Don't mind the men, most are horrifically blind, even if only figuratively."

Drake watched from afar as the princess spoke with the brunette woman before her. She was quite enchanting, and hearing Ophelia defend someone she had never met, he hadn't quite realized just how truly unbiased and pure she was. It was odd in a vampire, to be so human. Still the last thing he heard was a pair of men approaching them and he began moving.

"We've been looking for this one, but it looks like we're getting a bonus with this blonde." The larger man said, moving to place his hand on Lia, but when he did, she blinked her eyes and sighed. 

"Let go, please." She spoke, her eyes piercing the man's as he did so, and soon Drake came and Ophelia held her hand up. "It's okay, brother. They were just leaving." 

Drake watched as the larger man walked off, and the other followed, asking him a million questions, but.now he felt the brunette looking at him and he felt so exposed. "Father will be expecting us home soon." He spoke.

"Calm your nerves, Drake." She said, "Besides, _Father_ won't mind if I invite a guest over. In fact he quite enjoys meeting my guests."

Drake gave her a.look. "Please excuse me and my sister, I need to have a word with her." He said to the woman as he brought her away. "The hunters have been watching you the entire time."

"I am aware, but I found what I am looking for, and that woman needs our protection." She hissed. "They aren't staring at me, they have been watching her. If you had half a mind to pay attention to my conversation with the bar keep, you would have known that they have been watching her because of the rumors."

She went to move towards the woman again, but the men began closing in. "Drake, I could strangle you. I can't compel hunters, I am not like my father." 

She continued anyway, and Drake followed after her, knowing Roman was there as well, but he didn't like this, and Ophelia looked to the woman. The men were close. "Do you know those.men? My brother.is slightly concerned with how they have been moving in as we've been speaking."