George's smile didn't falter, dipping his head to press a polite kiss to the woman's gloved hand. "Lady Rumianova, I am very glad to see you this evening." He said, straightening up, still wearing the smile. She was an attractive and perfectly mannered lady, a gracious guest, but he could not help the feeling of unease that spread over him. In Council meetings there was at least others present, and they were closed to the public. Here there were a great many people he was charged with protecting as well as representing, and the majority of them only knew Lady Rumianova to be a wealthy foreign heiress.
"You look very beautiful, as always. May I ask if you are unaccompanied tonight?" He asked, wondering if the rest of her family were due to arrive, and who, or what, he could turn to if there was a problem. One vampire alone would be difficult to deal with, any more would be impossible. As elegant as they were, George was unable to believe that the vampires were ever really sincere. Or as peace-loving as they said they were.
Blasted vampires. His father echoed in his ear, voice distant but audible enough, and privately George had to concur.