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Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (nobleblood) wrote in bellumlogs,

Re: Dining room
Vlad didn't look around too much at first, preferring to listen to the conversation around him. The men seated across from him were involved in a heated discussion of the political situation, mentioning that there was a mob gathered outside the palace even now, yelling something about Rasputin. On his right a young woman chatted to her dinner partner about how darling the Romanov children looked. Occasionally he took a bite of food, although Pavel had provided him with food and he wasn't quite as hungry anymore.

It was only when he heard the Duke's constant raucous laughter that he finally lifted his gaze to see what all the noise was about. Dracula thought he was making quite an embarrassing spectacle of himself for someone in such a position, and even Vlad himself had to agree that his behavior with the women seated next to him was rather bold. He shook his head and turned back to the woman on his right, about to ask her about the Romanovs - Alexei particularly - when suddenly a bolt of recognition shot through him.

His gaze snapped back to the Duke, and more specifically, the woman he was flirting with. It was Helena, and Darcy was there too; he almost couldn't believe it. So much time spent worrying and searching and there she was, seated next to the Duke as though nothing was wrong. At least you know she is safe, Dracula commented carelessly, but Vlad was trying very hard to keep his temper in check. He needs to keep his hands off her, or--

Or what? You cannot make a scene, not here. Stop glaring or people will become suspicious.

Unfortunately he had a point, so instead Vlad forced himself to laugh along with the other guests. "Your flattery is too much for her, I think," he said in a loud, entirely friendly voice; and no one except those who knew him very well would be able to tell that there was simmering anger buried beneath his jovial exterior. For all extensive purposes he was just another guest, amused by the scene playing out before them.