Carmela knew she had feigned prowess in front of Marius, but deep inside her soul, she was anxious to stand face to face with the vampire King from the North. She had taken at least three guards with her, just in case her power becomes futile and he tries to act otherwise. For Marius to drop a little warning on her path, she knew better than not to watch her words carefully.
Currently, she was having a blistering headache after that conversation with the human orb. She had let her emotions slip in an attempt to prove a point, she was careless with her statement, and she was grateful that they hadn't pushed it further, else, she would have been forced to reopen old wounds.
The door to the vault was twisted open by the guard who had fetched her earlier, and with a series of deep breaths, she walked in. The air was thick with the scent of mystic wards, a little mist she had created to keep the vampire in place, whilst her eyes adjusted to the vault's dimness.
