[h2]Royal Box[/h2]

"How did you have a grudge with [i]Lord Rozenalt?[/i]" the prince's head swivelled to his other side – and the increasingly awkward-looking vampire with Gretchen attached to her chest. He almost immediately looked away again, cheeks pinking, but it was enough for Tyaethe to force herself somewhat into the conversation… briefly.

"Sescille and I were [i]bored[/i] and we thought fighting the Midnight Hunt sounded fun," she grumbled – same story the Iron Roses had heard, "So Cyrus came along and we tried to finish him without being dragged into faerie. We couldn't do [i]both.[/i]"

There was a moment of awkward silence, soon filled by the sound of Haizea's giggling.

"Oh, so the Bloody Lord's monstrosity in life got reflected by his form in death!" Elisandre was quick to go back to the main story – perhaps still fascinated, or maybe not wanting to think too hard about famous knights picking an absurd fight [i]because they were bored [/i], "And – you mean it? You'll tell [i]everything[/i]?"

Of course, Maletha looked a bit nervous, clinging to her sister tighter at the mention of how Rozenalt had become some skeletal monstrosity…

It was probably a good thing that Tyaethe hadn't added "and his armour was full of blood".

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The vampire, for her part, seemed keen to ignore being told she should [i]have a crush or lie[/i], and was happy to take the interruption as an excuse to ignore it without needing to insult anyone. "You can actually hear that? You're right, I've run into some other people…"

She frowned, but then shrugged, "It's not a problem [i]now[/i] and vampirism can't be cured, so I don't need to think of anything else. Haizea, though…"

"There's no hole!" The hundi cheerily replied.

"[i]No[/i], but every time you exert yourself it starts beating even [i]more[/i] erratically." 

[@Octo]