The corridors grew silent as the guests began to retire to their assigned rooms.
Ruelle had been led to where Lady Maxine was sharing her room with her, but the vampiress hadn't returned to the room. Unable to rest, she had decided to take a short walk. The silence around the place made way for her thoughts. She reflected on the reckless and defensive promise she had made in the dining room.
"Brilliant, Ruelle. Truly brilliant. Why not promise to wrestle a werewolf next while you are at it?" she muttered to herself.
Pride had tripped her tongue and now it left her pacing the corridors like a ghost. Just because she had been given a seat at their table did not make her one of them. She would always be a lowly human in their eyes.
If she survived tomorrow, she swore not to open her mouth when vampires were involved.
