"Is that so?"

The regality of her voice remained as cool as ever, as though he had just mentioned that peaches were on sale. Not that that mattered anyways. Who needed peaches when the sweetest nectar came from the beating hearts of dying men? As he came through the ornate doors and stepped into the luxurious chambers he would find her standing nearby her favorite windows, the ones overlooking the courtyard and the woods below. Dressed to kill--as always--in her victorian era gown and covered head to toe in blood red attire, she slowly turned to the young vampire. She looked him in the eye in the most peculiar way.

It was not excitement in her eyes, nor was it her usual predatory grin. Rather, for once, the Countess's expression was quite dead. 

Thoughts that could not be projected were clearly playing in her head but what over? Concern for the coven, or something darker? In any case, as she stood by the windows, it became crystal that she was not going to move for now. She turned back to the view.

"Taeyang," She began, softly. She seemed to be ready to confide something in him.