The argument had started an hour ago and showed no signs of ending.
"I told you already, Mother!" Eleanor's voice carried down the hallway with the particular force of someone who had been saying the same thing in different arrangements for sixty straight minutes and was running out of arrangements. "I am going whether you allow me or not!"
Erzsébet sat behind her desk with the expression of a woman who had governed an entire kingdom of vampires for centuries and had somehow found that her own daughter was the most exhausting diplomatic situation she had ever encountered.
"Eleanor," she said, for what felt like the fortieth time. "You cannot."
"I can. I've already verified the travel route with—"
