"Ren?" A familiar voice called, footsteps slowly approaching.
When Ren turned, he found a young man about his height.
Paul. One of the general's attendants, standing there.
Ren tightened his jaw, forcing his composure.
"Yes?"
"Do you know where the general is? I need to deliver him a letter that has just arrived. It's urgent." He raised the envelope in his hand.
"Audience room," Ren replied, releasing a soft breath of relief.
Paul was a young vampire who had only recently become one of the general's attendants. Before that, he had worked in the kitchen, and at some point, in the garden.
"Are you heading there as well?" Paul asked, grinning brightly.
"No… I need to fetch water for the lord."
"Then… I'll accompany you!"
"It will take me some time."
Rather, the general would take some time to finish his conversation with James. Ren didn't correct himself out loud.
"It's fine! The general gets a lot of these letters from omegas. He barely cares," Paul sighed.
