"Are you sure it's her? She doesn't look like much." the vampire said, his voice thick with a Romanian accent. The man who dragged her in here nodded, and Eldarivich waved him away. He lifted himself from his seat with ease, and glided over to her, his strides long and graceful. He circled her, and lifted her face upwards to meet his gaze. "You have no idea why you are here, do you?" he laughed softly and returned to his seat. He motioned with his hands, and another man came from behind.
He dragged her away, whether she came willfully or not he didn't care. He shoved her into a room. The walls were of a dull, grey stone, but the room was well furbished, with a bed fir for a princess and a mirror/desk where she could do her make-up or write or draw or whatever. He slammed the door behing her, and the distinct sound of a heavy lock could be heard, followed by the portly man's heavy footsteps.