"I am the man that can have your ass dumped into a cage filled with starved strigoi and psi-hounds. If you dare to speak to me or to or about my daughter and future son in law like that ever again!! Either one of you!!!" His eyes narrowed at both Kirova and Alto.
"Now for your question, I am Lord Ibrahim Annandale Mazur Badica and as you should have figured out by now. Especially since I just told you, I am Rose's father. Now, both of you sit down shut up and keep your ignorant insufferable mouths shut. Unless you actually have a genuine question or an intelligent contribution to this conversation. Now, we are here today to discuss some particularly important matters."
After finding out that Abe was a royal, neither Kirova nor Alto could do anything other than what they were told. Because they had been given a firm, direct and decisive order by Abe who they had just found out is a royal.
Unless, of course, they wanted to take the risk of being brought up on charges for disregarding an order given to them by a royal, and possibly even treason. I NEVER in all my life thought that I would relish in that particular law, but I am in this moment. Oh, ad yes, I most certainly am. (hell)
"Now, as my son in law was saying, Rose has indeed killed twenty-two strigoi. Seven of them were right here in the United States while the other fifteen were in Turkey, Russia, and Romania. And I have the paperwork here, from the alchemists, to prove it just in case she ever wants to get her marks for those kills."
Abe took a stack of folded, length wise papers, out of the inside breast pocket of his bright blue suit jacket and handed them over to Alberta. We all watched as she looked them over and nodded before handing the papers back to Abe. As she looked at them you could see that she was extremely impressed because what Roza moya has done is unheard of for a novice. Ad that number of kills in that amount of time is unheard of for anyone. (my, hell)
"Why didn't you tell me Rose?" Alberta asked my living angel.
"There are a lot of things about our lives that Lissa and I have never told anyone. I explained some of it to Mitya on our way to Baia." She said as she ran her hand up and down my upper thigh absentmindedly, but also very gently and lovingly.
"But before I could explain everything to him the other stuff happened. After that... after that I just haven't been up to talking about it again yet."
"I can understand that honey, don't worry about it. You can explain the rest of it to him when you're up to it, you know that he understands."
Roza turned and looked at me, before cupping my cheek with her hand and smiling at me.
"Yes, I know that he does. He understands me in ways that no one else ever has or ever will again."
"Just as you do for me dorogaya moya, just as you do for me." I assured her with my words and a kiss to her wrist as I held her hand to my cheek with my own hand while I interlocked our fingers together. (my darling)
"Oh, Lissa got you another couple of dozen or so dresses for you to wear to the funerals."
Roza turned to Lissa, "thanks, Liss."
"You're welcome, I knew that you would need them. We figured that you might want and or need to go to some of the other guardian's funerals as well. And I knew that almost all of your more, non-school, or dressy clothes, are still back in Turkey."
"Yes, I do. And thank you for thinking about that because I am definitely not up to a shopping trip right now."
"You're welcome, and I didn't figure that you would be which is understandable. I have already packed myself and I put your new dresses and the other six that you already had here in your garment bags. After I got someone in the laundry to press them all of course. It took all six of your garment bags, but you do now have thirty-six dresses here that you can wear to the funerals. I just hope and pray that you won't need them again at least not while we are still here. I also packed most of the other stuff that you will need. I didn't pack your lingerie though; I left that for you."
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