"Vera," a familiar voice called out to Venera, puncturing through her bubble of thoughts and startling her from her reverie.
It was Caius. His voice instantly lifted her spirits.
Unexpectedly, the silver-haired vampire king had already arrived at the entrance of her tent at a time like this.
"Brother," Venera instinctively replied, head whirling to the entrance.
"Vera, have you completed your morning routine?" Caius asked, his gentle tone floating from outside the tent, a smile in his voice as he sensed her irrepressible joy.
"Not yet," Venera answered as she obediently sat in her chair. Number Eleven gently worked through the little tangles in her long hair with expert hands.
"Then, would you like my assistance?" The silver-haired vampire asked.
"Yes, brother, please come in," Venera replied happily, her excitement bubbling over like a child who had just received a cherished gift.
