- Doctor, if you would. There's another one for you to check -

He had been expecting to be lifted up from his rather comfortable seat near the window. It was the only window where he could not feel eyes on him through. Paranoia tastes often like loneliness and narcotics and he feels particularly weak knowing that he is doing nothing about it. Instead he stays here at Grandage Place and accompanies the others on their Night Work, as Miss Ives and Sir Malcolm have come to call it. It's dirty work he's come to realize but it feels good to be serving some sort of the greater good.

Nodding to Sembene's words he rises from his chair and makes his way towards the basement where the last vampire had been kept. Manic and fully opposed to not serving whatever force he was under. He enters the cold basement and sets his bag down, asking for the room before he approaches the shadowy figure there at the other end, chained no doubt and starving for blood as these kind seem to feed on.

      “ Then perhaps you should consider caring less about            the crown you place upon your children’s head and           more about your children themselves. Protect Myrcella            and Tommen, not the Iron Throne. “

                                                 ⊱♕ 𝓠𝓾𝒆𝒆𝓷  𝑦𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 ♕⊰

                                                     ⊱♕ 𝓠𝓾𝒆𝒆𝓷  𝑦𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 ♕⊰