Neveah shifted slightly, though she was perfectly comfortable in her seat. She stared out of the huge Gothic windows into the night. The moon was nearly full, and it shone brightly into the room, keeping it well lit despite the braziers. You could nearly see her dark veins beneath the thin layers of porcelain skin. Her slender fingers curled around the edges of the arm rests of the throne she sat upon. She spent much of her time there, ensuring everything inside and outside the coven went smoothly. Vampires were extremely common this day in age, and part of her job was to make sure that their own race, as well as the humans didn't come to odds. They had formed a sort of alliance back when she was roughly 212, but at that point she wasn't the one calling the shots. 

Her eyes drifted from the window, back to the room before her. To either side of her, were her consorts. Emmanuel and Xavier. She was fond of both of them, but they acted for the most part, as her body guards. Though when the night was done and she was ready to retreat to her chambers, she often brought one, or both of them along. Living for so long, though not too long compared to The Ancients, was often lonely. She felt a pang of guilt often when she invited them to her bed, though they always followed willingly. Despite that she spent the days physically close with them, she had no romantic attachment to either. It was unfair in many ways, knowing they could have their own families and wives of their own. But, they never seemed to want to stray from her side. They were the most loyal of people she had happened across in her life time, and for that she was grateful. 

Morning would come soon and Neveah was beginning to grow tired.

[color=9e0b0f][i]"You two are dismissed,"[/i][/color] she said, her voice like a song of silver notes. It was a high soprano, though luxurious somehow. It dripped with passion and desire even when she wasn't intending it to.

The two men nodded silently and stood, waiting for her to follow suit. They walked her to her chambers and then bowed to her as she slipped through the partly open door. Emmanuel and Xavier waited for the familiar clink of the door locking before departing to their own separate chambers. Though they slept in different areas from Neveah, both were close enough to hear or smell if something was happening. 

Once the door was shut tightly behind her, Neveah shifted with impossible speed toward her washroom. Her cool skin turned on the water to her jet tub, hot at first to steam the room, then at a more tolerable temperature for her to bathe in. Her long white hair flowed down along her back, and she unpinned the two curls that framed the temples on her forehead. She watched them fall in the mirrors reflection of her. She undressed slowly to ensure her dress wouldn't be worn out, and shifted to place it on a hanging rack made specific for her gowns. 

On her way back to the bath, she stopped once again to look at herself in the mirror. It was funny, she thought for a moment, that people would assume a vampire would have no reflection. Most of their stories weren't true. Not many people tried to get close enough to a vampire to find out the truth though. Her eyes were beginning to shift from silver to red, which indicated her tiredness and also a thirst rising within her. She sighed softly, and brushed some pieces of her hair away from her face. Her features were strong, but also somehow gentle. She was stunning to look at, her body perfect and tiny. She was fairly short, standing at a mere 5 feet 2 inches, but she wouldn't let her height fool anyone. She turned away finally and moved the couple feet into her deep bath tub. It was a lovely change from sitting in that cold throne the entire day. Before she closed her eyes, Neveah calculated through her senses that she had roughly an hour and 42 minutes before the sun would begin to rise, and with that thought, she dozed off into a deep sleep.