Melinoe wasn't one to fully express herself when it came to announcing her arrival nor having a magnificent speech prepared for anyone who would be willing to listen. Though a Princess by blood, she carried herself like a warrior among her comrades. Adorning a sleek simple golden gown that hugged her many curves and had a small train at the back that trailed silently behind every step she took. Hair of gold with wisps of red hung delicately at her shoulders as she silently crept through the room of her peers, keeping utterly silent until she reached the back of her one comrade and Duke. Lord Asher Aestus, she rolled the name over her tongue silently in her mind, she thought of him as a great friend and a wonderful and most ferocious leader when need be. 

With a soft voice that held an edge of ice to it as it always had when she spoke, she couldn't resist placing her left hand upon her Dukes left shoulder as she stood behind him. 

"Ladies, and gentlemen, as the Countess of the Winter Court, I would like to formally introduce and welcome you to this wonderful place. My name is Melinoe Aestus, I am the woman you come to with any problems within this system we have created for our and your convenience. Within the walls of Clandestine Aristocracy, I have come across many whom have troubled my own welcome, and have turned against me as their peer and their friend. I am here standing before you behind Lord Asher, as a symbol that no matter the circumstances I will stand tall and behind our Leader. We strive on our loneliness and the sorrow of others, we are the Winter Court. If you need me, I humbly ask that you seek me out."

Still standing still, her posture straight and elegant as the curls around her shoulders and the dress that clung nicely to her body. Not being one to help it she couldn't help but start glancing at the familiar faces around her after speaking her turn with an intense golden stare. For a few minutes after her introduction to the room that only contained a few of their own, she closed her eyes briefly. Lifting the appendage from her Dukes shoulder, she slipped past him and around the table once more going back from whence she came. Slipping through the doorway that hung ajar as if it waited for her. 

Once in the main hallway of her home, Melinoe couldn't help but let her shoulders droop slightly, as if the weight she secretly bore was defeating her in a way. Her mind rolled and tumbled mercilessly with thoughts and images of what she could remember as a night of slaughter and bloodshed. Constantly plagued by the images and voices of the men and women she and her late husband had slaughtered during one evening while the pitiful human beings were camping in the forest. She clearly remembered how amazing it felt to rip off a woman's arm, and bath in her fresh warm blood. To hear this woman plead and scream for mercy, for her pitiful life as if it mattered. She missed the feeling of being ferocious and desired for who she had been in the past, for who she still secretly was in her heart.

Normally, Melinoe wasn't one to speak what she thought, nor converse with anyone about her feelings or inner turmoil. Lately she had been feeling a tug on her senses as if something was about to happen, something bad? Something good? She didn't know. She just knew it would change her life forever. 

Three Months Later

It was almost routine that he came to see her, by then she was used to it. He was always there for her when she needed him, like a best friend but.. not quite the same as one would be the with same sex. Gathering her thoughts to herself quietly she watched him enter her sights, he wore a suit as he did almost every time he came to see her, his emerald gaze contrasting beautifully with his dark Armani suit. Sometimes she would barely speak to him, as if she didn't care for conversation. On the other hand, he wouldn't stop talking, as if he didn't mind she never spoke to him. It was a sort of quiet friendship that satisfied their wants and needs. She knew in the back of her mind he thought of her as a gorgeous woman, that he wanted to be close to her as best he could but they both knew that a marriage between them was completely out of the question as they both were already married to their spouses. 

She kept her gaze upon him as he knelt near her feet, she felt her senses tug again, and she wondered why. Gazing at him silently with her intense yet soft golden gaze, she couldn't help but quirk an elegant arched brow as if silently asking what he was up too. Tilting her cranium slightly down, her golden curls with streaks of red wisps dangled elegantly over her shoulders. That evening as he came to see her, she wore a simple yet beautiful red and black strapless dress that hugged her curves carefully. Her long creamy legs crossed lady-like as she sat upon the large chair she called her own. 

Vincent couldn't hold back what he wanted nor felt any longer, his eyes widened slightly at the woman before him as he knelt onto his knees before her. She was stunning in her red and black dress, and he loved red. And she knew it by flaunting it perfectly for him. He missed how her fangs would nip at his neck when she needed to feed, yet when she did she barely took any from him at all as if that small minimal amount satisfied her leaving him breathless and seduced. He couldn't help but fall to her beauty and her charm, she was mostly silent with him but that's what he loved about her, she cared for him and protected him when he needed it. She was his comfort when he felt lost and alone, and always felt unusually happy when he saw her.

He knew her by another alias, a name that only some called her by. A select few that she allowed. He called her Saedrissa, because of how unique and wild her name seemed to him, yet she did not mind as she knew he would either way, allowed or not. A small smile flashed across his lips, as he couldn't help but feel the warmth and vibrant beauty that radiated off her form. Closing his eyes briefly he wondered what it would be like if he were her pet, her slave, her toy. It made him quiver and moan softly to himself. Tilting his cranium enough to show her his submission with his creamy and succulent neck, he softly whispered in a hushed tone that held nothing but submission behind it.

"I want to feel your fangs in the flesh of my neck once more, beautiful princess." He kept his gaze to the floor, glancing up at her every few seconds to see her reaction yet nothing was evident on her porcelain features. 

Melinoe gazed at him warily, hoping he was joking. She wasn`t one to simply bite and move on, for the pleasure of another. No. She was the kind of woman whom bit and turned the other into what and who she pleased. This man wanted her to bite him? What would happen if he knew what that meant? Would he run? Would their friendship be ruined? Her mind raced once more with questions as she slowly parted her lips, letting her pink tongue slip past and moisten her dry lips before speaking. Her tone held a hint of ice yet dominance behind it`s normally soft spoken tone. 

"..If I were to bite you, you would be mine. You don't want to be bitten by a monster like me." - "I am the devils daughter, the sinner, the anti-Christ.."

Vincent was silent for a moment, drinking in her words carefully, his heart heavy. Would she not drink from him? He didn't know if he could really exist knowing she wouldn't let him be hers in the sense of being her pet. His eyes closed as she leaned upwards and placed his cheek tenderly on her clothed thigh. He never would part from her side, she knew this deep inside her mind and heart. Melinoe gave a soft look towards Vincent, who rested his cheek against her clothed thigh. She knew he wanted to be hers for eternity but deep in the dark crevices of her chaotic mind, she knew he would never be truly happy by her side alone..