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Started December 26, 2019 by Deleted user

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"And that question is one we would all like answered, Lady Voccorix," he muttered. "But," he said a little louder, "being unclaimed," he looked around iritatedly, "is not without its benefits."

"Yes, yes, this meeting is not about your unclaimed status," James said tersely, mouth set in an irritated line. His hands were clasped in his lap, but quickly unclasped to pull a leather notebook out of his bag along with a fountain pen.

Victor rolled his eyes but stayed silent.

(Sorry. I've been busy. I'll be on more often.)

Celeste ignored all of what was being said, and tapped her nails on the table. She didn't really care who any of them were, although she recognized some of the sigils of the major houses. As she wasn't here willingly, she didn't really try to participate in the discussion.

Cambria leaned back slightly in her chair, taking on a more relaxed position, even though she was anything but relaxed. Each vampire that stepped into the room made her want to step out of it. They were all familiar faces, but no less dangerous. During the feuds the Voccorix family had stamped it heel aggressively onto other houses, Cambria had no allies here. At least…not yet.
She tapped her long pointed nails onto the table, eyes fixing themselves onto the throne before them all. Empty. For now. When the King came she knew his anger would fill up not only his throne, but the very room around them.

The throne room was as still and quiet as death, Cambria wanted to scream to break the oppressive silence. Not a greeting, not a smile passed between any of them. They were all there. The Great Noble Families of the vampire race.
Waiting. Not even breathing.
Waiting in a vast room that may or may not become their tomb.
Cambria remained still as the stone beneath her feet as a secret door opened behind the throne and the King stepped into the room. His gaze flicked over each and every one of them, as if they were nothing but dust. No expression showed on his one handsome face. It looked as if he had aged drastically from the occurring events. Youthful features now haggard, rough, and cold. The King sat upon his throne before them, silent as he continued to stare. The rumble of his power a brewing storm threatening to break over them all.
Finally he spoke taking them all in. "One of you have done this." He hissed, bearing his fangs at them all, voice promising a gruesome death. "One of you have taken my wife from me. One of you, traitorous leeches would plunge our world once more into war and violence after I have given us peace!" He was shouting now his eyes glowing as red as the blood he consumed. Leaning forward and slamming his hands on the arms of his throne he roared, "I will have all of your heads if the traitor does not come forward! How dare you betray me."

James looked at the king, eyes unblinking. "I have been at my Academy for the past months, you can ask any of my students, teachers, administration, or even my husband if you wish." He said simply, keeping his notebook out and open to an empty page, he would gather information. If someone killed the queen, they would go after the king next, then any of the advisers or anyone loyal to him. He could be considered a third party, since he did serve the prior king, however, one could never be too carefull.

Victor said nothing, though fear was building rapidly within him. The man was insane.

Kas knew he should bite his tongue, knew that he should lie low and keep himself out of the King's wrath, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't shrink with fear as the King roared in fury and made threats, though he made no move to straighten up from his semi-slouched posture. "A killer doesn't reveal himself to the public unless they adore the attention," he drawled, tongue lazily running along the inside of his bottom lip, "And killing us all will get you nowhere, only the majority of the families angry with you. What's the point of revenge if you aren't even sure of who the wrongdoer is?" Kasiya shrugged and finally sat up, crossing his arms over his chest and returning to leaning back in his seat.

Quinta fixed her posture as the king strode angrily into the room. She shot a surprised look at the vampire who had spoken to the king in such a way. Did he have any regard for his own life? “My liege, let me assure you that House Caecilius had nothing to do with this terrible act, and we’d be honored to assist you in finding the culprit any way we may,” she said smoothly, hoping her voice sounded strong and confident.

Dominik covered his mouth to oppress a laugh that was trying to fight its way to the air. He hadn't seen the king this furious for many years, it was somewhat amusing to him. However, deep down, he knew the king meant business. Dominik cleared his throat, rising from his seat to address the king. "Your highness, how can you be so sure that one of us had killed the queen? What evidence do you have that would point your suspicion in our direction?"

Fio crossed his legs, not bothering to get up. "I can assure you that House Alleva had nothing to do with this murder." he finally said, tipping his head to one side as he studied the king. Madness indeed. He thought, pressing his lips into a fine line. "And like has just been said: how can you be sure it was any of us? Was a symbol of a house left behind?"

Victor gave the most genuine smile he could muster. "My lord, I would like you to realize that I am alone, and powerless to commit such a heinous act."

"House Sanguinem has much respect for her Majesty," Celeste said smoothly, hoping that she sounded sure of the fact. "We would never commit such a terrible crime." She schooled her features into a bored calm and tapped her nails on the table. "How do you know the murderer is one of us, anyway?" She paused. "Your Highness," she added after a moment. She tried her best to hide her disgust at the man, who was once a great leader, but had been reduced to this.