Selene shook her head. "I am no princess, I assure you." She was a solider. Death Dealers were made to be better then the diplomats and royalty that lived in the Devil's House, only bitten and turned by the oldest and strongest of their kind. The others were watered down versions of what they could be. Viktor's children held the power in the house. As he made a consorted effort to be the only Elder to turn each potential human into a Death Dealer.
He was wrong about one thing. Selene did not know what he was. She had never encountered anything like him before. All she knew is what she felt. Her body was rigid with tension. When he went on to explain she was able to put some of the pieces together. Vampires. Another sort of vampire.
"What others do you speak of?" Still uncomfortable with her house guest Selene did not take a seat.