Roman sighed and looked into the dark cup before him. Understandably the younger male was on edge but Roman wished that he would learn to pay attention to the silent cues. Often non-verbal communication was the preferred method between Roman and Ophelia. One day the younger male would catch on.  

He had opened his mouth to begin telling the younger male of what he knew about the clan but he was cut short when the man's attention went elsewhere.  

"They are a clan of hunters, or were; no one knows what happened to them. Their history is deeply rooted into the history of the feuds between our kinds." Roman crossed his arms over his chest as he watched everything happening down the road. Unlike the younger male, Roman would not intervene until given an order or if he felt things were going too far. Many accused him of not caring enough for the princess or her safety. Roman cared, he cared probably a lot more than he should have but they didn't understand why he was so distant with her. 

The brunette woman looked up at the blonde with widened eyes. Not many people freely approached her with kind tones. She had been expecting harsh, biting words that would leave a stinging in her heart but there were none. Instead the woman had offered her a hand. Andi reached out to clasp her hand but dropped it when the man spoke. 

Her attention flicked to the man for a few seconds before she turned her gaze back to the woman. This woman is odd...she is one of them yet she is...so different...

Andi had dealt with the woman's kind on one than more occasions after her initial attack. They had propositioned her, as she seemed to be immune to their venom and they would be able to freely bite her without the worry of her turning. Some were rude, others were quite vile and they brought on spells of panic. There had been one though, a woman, who had offered her bed in exchange for a few little sips here and there. Andromeda had been desperate and the woman had offered her another option, one that was safer. She had lived with that woman, Camille, for three years. 

Those three years had been the best of her life. Camille had been so attentive and kind and warm. She had given Andi a home and someone to love. Camille had made her nightmares stop. That happiness hadn't lasted forever though, and like all of her other encounters with hunters, Camille had been taken away from her and their shared home burnt to the ground.

The brunette woman pulled away from her thoughts when the woman's voice called to someone else. Looking up she found a dark haired man who lacked a ring. Andi studied him for a few moments before turning her attention back to the blonde woman. "Not really." Andi didn't know the men personally but she did know them by name, or at least what she thought were their names. They had been following her for a while now and she had learned a bit about them. "But I do know that that man over there has a daughter and a son, twins. And that one was orphaned at a late age but wants to build his family back up..." 

When the men got too close for Roman's comfort he casually made his way to the forming group. He stayed far enough away from the group to remain largely unnoticed but the distance between them would be nothing if he was called into action. 

The brunette stood to her full height and honestly Roman thought she would have been much taller. Andi pressed her back further into the brick wall behind her and her heart began to race wildly. Conflict usually brought on bouts of panic for her.