[Alucard has been a perfect king the entire time. Tall. Saying little. Looking at the delegates with purpose. Letting Theodora and Trevor act as his mouth pieces most of the time, and so it has gone well.

The negotations are nearly done. They're so close to having everything perfect, all they need is to agree on a few finer points.

Then they bring a priest into the castle.

It's enough that Theodora nearly loses composure. They know it's an insult. They've done it behind her back, and she is going to have strong words when all is done. Alucard's anger is barely masked, and she tells him it must be buried further.

Alucard picks up the word. He nods.]

Trevor, why don't you go and see what would be best from our stores? I believe we have hours yet to go, and to uncork something in celebration would be pre-emptive.