Days after the incident dubbed "The arrogant fox who loves being taken advantage of by her husband," a title coined by Carmilla herself, Victor was summoned to the main office of the training wing.
He didn't like it.
Summons usually meant trouble, politics, powerful people wanting something, or worse… powerful people wanting to control something.
At that moment, he was standing in front of a woman he hadn't seen for weeks. Of course, this woman could be none other than the woman he wanted to avoid as much as possible.
Even more so knowing part of her future.
Eleonora Thorne was sitting behind a large dark wood desk, legs crossed, drinking tea while signing documents with an almost irritating calm. Her posture was perfect, elegant, as if nothing in that world could truly pressure her.
Victor put his hands in his coat pockets and got straight to the point.
