The vampire Prince was quick to find an empty salon. Or more exactly, to find a salon and glare for all of the maids present to run away. He was still carrying Milena effortlessly, her face buried in his neck. Once the door was closed behind the last maid, he sighed and walked to the nearest sofa.
There, he gently went to have her sit, undoing her arms around his neck and keeping her hands in his gently. There he waited for the young Duchess to calm down. Rayan was on his knees in front of her, gently waiting. He was looking at her hands instead of her face, for her dignity. They both knew Milena was ashamed to have cried like a child, even if it was in front of her loved ones. She just had too much pride for that.
"Thank you..." She whispered, once she had calmed down enough. "...Sorry
