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Cohen stood with his arms behind his back. His chocolate eyes were straightforward. His lips were pressed into a tight line.
His Moroi was doing something. Whatever he did. Cohen didn't care. All he knew was that he wasn't need. Fine by him. People kept secrets, even Moroi.
The door besides him opened.
"Xiaro?" he inquired, turning to face the door.
(Wait. Is Xiaro royal?)

Xiaro hummed to himself as he walked out of the door to his room. His newest guard, Cohen, was to the right. "Yes?" He questioned as he looke at the man. His accent was presant a bit but not by much. He peered at him in a sinical sense. He was alright looking, but that wasn't what he was for. The safety of Xiaro's life is what mattered to the guard, but he coudn't care less. He liked using hos wind for portecting himself.

"Nothing, sir," Cohen said curtly, his German accent gently falling over his words. "Just making sure it's you." He fell silent. He followed Xiaro. His chocolate eyes darted left and right. He was identifying potential threats. Cohen had potential. People said he would go to a royal, but Cohen accepted his responsibility as guardian to Xiaro. (Meaning he was supposed to go to a royal but chose not to.)

Xiaro blinked at the stoic and straight laced guard he now had. So much for a easygoing guard. He sighed softly as he walked to the doner room for his meal. His stomach was growling and he needed blood. His own wind tussled his reddish blond hair gently as he walked. "Just call me by my name, no need for formalities. I maybe 20th in line, but i don't like to be treated as richly." He siad softly as he pushed through the doors of the doner room.

He placed his hand on his stake which was placed in a workbelt pocket. The other pockets held different devices. Flashlight. Gun and extra ammunition. A normal dagger. He had the belt from when he grew up with his dhampir mother.
(In case you want to know how Cohen looks:
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/3335485...
Also. Do we want Rose and Lissa to exist in this RP? And does Victor?)

Xiaro sat in his chair beore the feeder greeted him with a happy go lucky grin they always had on their faces. He took the wrist handed out to him and bit into it with quick nd persice accericy. He sucked softly as the human moaned. He knew his bite would pleasure the person but moaning was something he would never get use to. Not all did it. He let the human go before licking the wound to heal it. He then left the room with a content stomach and a snackish nature. Something sweet would do.

Cohen followed silently. He padded across the floor behind Xiaro. A messenger strode quickly towards them. "Mr. Vale," the messenger said, holding out a sealed envelope. Cohen eyed the messenger suspiciously. "Who is it from?" Cohen asked, reaching for the envelope.
A million thoughts ran through his mind.
'Is it a bomb? Is is poison?' he thought. 'What if it's nothing, Cohen? What if it's an important summons?'
(Alright. Want to have them face off Strigoi? Like...they go somewhere to go meet someone. Maybe Lissa. And get attacked on their way there? Sound cool? Maybe they get kidnapped or something by rogue Moroi or Strigoi like what happened to Rose, Eddie, and Mason.
Also...I'm only on book four. So yeah. I might not know some things. But I'm pretty well off.)

Xiaro to the envolpe, reconizing the seal. "Cohen, it's from the Queen." He stated as he opened the aummons. "Lissa wants to see me.... a little surprised myself, but i guess with her lover there there is a little tolorance with using my powers almost all the time." He muttered as he lookedout the window. "We should get going. It seems that it is a bit urgent."

"The Queen?" The corners of his mouth dipped slightly. "I see." He nodded. "Let's get you prepared, sir," he said, gesturing down the hall. "Yes, sir. Let's try to hurry." He pushed gently on Xiaro's back. "Hurry," he said in a low and husky voice.
(Wait. Lover?!?! Who are we referring to now? I just got to the part where Rose is starting to think clearly since Dimitri's been biting her.)

Xiaro peered at him and sighed. "There's that sir again. Lighten up cohen, we are not at the court just yet." He chuckled softly as a deep voice told him to hurry. He felt a tingle go through his body but ignored it as he walked back to his room to dress right for the occation.

Cohen just nodded curtly. It was a hard habit to break. He called anyone important sir or madame. Even his father a wealthy Moroi.
Cohen followed quietly. His thoughts were somewhere else. Xiaro was a kind Moroi. Jovial even. It seemed odd to Cohen to have him joke and laugh so easily with a guardian. His father's guardians were cold and cut off. And his mother hadn't stayed a guardian long, so he wouldn't know.
Was Xiaro trying to be his friend?
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