Evangeline stayed silent, as he was obviously just talking nonsense and trying to scare her out of the idea of running away._"Adventure is what I want, and this life simply cannot give it to me, so I think it's only logical that I should seek excitement elsewhere."_ the girl folded her arms and turned away from him, displeased with how he was speaking to her at the moment. The idea of running away and being free to do what she wanted was very appealing to her, and she would get there somehow, some way._"I didn't mean that I wanted to be a housewife to a vampire, I was simply saying that I have the skills necessary to run myself a working household. After all, wouldn't it be nice to come home to a nice warm bed after a day of being out in the fresh air? I think it would be..."_ the princess sighed softly but kept her arms folded. Azrael's comments made her a little annoyed, to be honest.

_"Haha...people know very little of the royal family... Mother and father...they're not mine. They adopted me because they were unable to conceive. The public doesn't know, as admitting you are unable to produce children is rather embarrassing, so they adopted me just days after I was born. I lied about being born into this family. I had to protect my identity at least a little bit."_ Evangeline turned around and looked at Azrael seriously. He probably hadn't made the connection that she didn't really look like either of her parents, apart from her father having black hair like herself. That was probably why they adopted her in the first place. _"As far as I'm concerned, the lineage is already dead."_ she said softly, her eyes seemingly communicating some feeling of sadness. Being adopted meant that she never knew who her actual parents were, but she had a feeling that seen as she was adopted, she wasn't wanted anyway. 
_"Anyway. That doesn't really matter. I was born a peasant but given the life of royalty, so that's probably why my blood tastes as good as it does."_ with a heavy sigh, the girl sat herself down on the nearby bench. She glanced up at the large branches of the trees. The wind was starting to get a little colder now, and she wrapped her arms around herself in order to keep warm. The sun was starting to hide behind the clouds and the icy winds were returning with the promise of more snow in the coming days.

Suddenly, Azrael went on to talking about a man named Horus. Of course, she had no idea what he was on about, but she was curious as to why he would make someone his assistance without turning them beforehand._"Does this mean if you bite me and turn me into a vampire, I become your servant, or something? If that's the case, then who turned you? Were you once a good little slave?"_ the princess smiled a little at the thought of Azrael running around in an apron fetching tea for his master or mistress. _"Your friend Horus doesn't sound like a very nice man at all. What would be the point of having a slave but not biting them? Wouldn't you rather have someone permanent? It would save you the effort of seeking out new girls, wouldn't it? But I suppose he just gets bored very quickly..."_ Evangeline blinked her long eyelashes at the vampire for a moment before looking away. She hoped he didn't kidnap her and take her to this man. Perhaps he already had plans to do things with her and she didn't even know. That thought was honestly a little unsettling for her.

_"If I become your slave, does that mean you're going to hurt me and order me around until I can walk no longer? While you seem kind, power seems to do bad things to people....A-anyway, I'll do whatever you ask...but...I'm not sure how I feel about such a dramatic turn in power. I am very used to telling my servants what to do..."_Evangeline smiled softly and smoothed out some of the creases in her pure white dress. She imagined it stained with the blood of her prey and shuddered a little. To ruin such a crisp clean dress would tear her apart inside.