Roman melted into the background as he observed the king and his daughter. The two were alike in many ways, at least in Roman's eyes. They were both stubborn and it was rather unfortunate to be caught in the middle of their stubbornness. He released a soft sigh and gently cradled his injured arm to his chest. 

His attention turned towards the human woman and Drake when they entered. The woman was a few steps behind Drake with her hands fisting the material of her dark colored dress nervously. There would have been a time that Roman was once like her; nervous to be in the same room as the king. 

The feeling of unease came again when his eyes met the dark eyes of the woman. "I told you that there were things that could hurt you." Her attention slipped away from the tall man and to the one that had approached her. She politely bowed her head before standing up a little straighter before playing with her hair so it would fall over the scars. There was no doubt that they knew what was on her neck, with the way the blonde had placed emphasis on "the human." Was she special to them because she had not been turned? 

"It is nice to meet you." Andi said softly before turning her attention to the witch that was summoned. 

Roman found some relief when Andi was taken from the throne room. "What is so special about her?" He asked finally as he pushed himself away from the wall. "I know that she is part of the St. Clare's and the only human we know of that seems to have immunity to being turned. But why her? Aren't there others that have not been turned?" 

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Andi followed the witch and the vampire guard. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she was dotted on by the woman. This treatment was different than the treatment she was given hours before by passing strangers and even her employer. It was a little uncomfortable for her to be treated with such kindness and care. Andi was used to doing everything by herself. 

"Why am I here?" She looked to Drake for the answer. He seemed close with the blonde woman and maybe he could tell her everything. For a few moments she wondered if he knew of Camille or not; those thoughts were quickly brushed to the side as a plate was set in front of her.