"Master Damon".

"What is it so early in the morning". Damon grunts. He was having such a nice dream. Dream, it's rare for him to dream

"The Council meeting is fixed for 9.am".

"Why the actual fuck, seriously?"

"Caesar has asked that you report to his quarters first".

"Okay, you're excused".

These damn old geezers o. The council knows how to fix meetings at the bad time. Why so freaking early in the morning it's not like they have any work they do asides spending the whole day on their backsides". Damon swears before finally dragging his body of the bed it took him so long before he could finally...