Emery
She stood that night before the front of the packhouse, as did all the King’s Eyes, and Samson, along with his unit. That vampire, Renata, Waylon had introduced her as, had looked at all the King’s Eyes and then smiled and nodded to Waylon. “I can feel their authority,” she’d stated.
She was nearly as tall as Waylon was, though she was thin and willowy in stature, and had the longest hair Emery had ever seen; It was loose and fell all the way to her ankles, and was pure white.
She was a pretty creature. Though she looked to be almost a hundred, she thought, old and fragile, but Emery didn't believe that for a second, and despite her age, she was still stunning to look at, she thought to herself. Renata's eyes were a pale blue, and she was wearing a long red dress that had a flowi
