Chapter Sixty-Five- Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais – 136 yrs old

“I demand to know what has happened.” Franco heard the weakness in his voice, and it did nothing to help his sour mood. The female assisted him to sit up properly after he’d eaten and fed from her wrist. By the time he’d finish feeding from her wrist he knew next time he’d feed from her throat or her inner thigh.

Far more intimate and feeding like that often led to other pleasurable pursuits. Franco realized Edger was speaking on what had happened.

Sure, enough Lolita was dead. As was his daughter, Dionysius, dead. Only Tatiana and he survived. They were waiting for a report on Adriana’s situation. A week had passed, and no one contacted the delegation to inform her of the situation at the palace. “Why did no one inquire if Princess Adriana was attacked as well? Or informed of the events unfolding here?”

Edger carefully spoke the response for this. “Emperor, sire, she’s been banished. If she ever came to harm someone would inform us. However, your eminence,