Harlia stared at Pablo's red eyes.
The soldiers remained silent as they were afraid to speak anything against the passionate Pablo they were seeing right now.
The Admiral wasn't someone Pablo could just threaten but when Harlia looked to the crux of it, Pablo didn't threaten her at all. He simply said his point and now watched her for an answer.
Pablo had said that no one could kill Marvador. The new eighteen year king of the Vampires. He said with conviction and he made a fair point as well. Marvador had killed a man that was ruling the vampires for a hundred years after all. So surely, this man won't be a puny target.
But Harlia was also sure of her strength. She could kill anyone. Even a dragon that, for some reason, hadn't appeared for more than two hundred years. They used to exist but they aren't seen anymore.
Anyway, fuck the dragons. She was more focused on Pablo. His red eyes were full of determination and just for that, she decided to hear him out at least.
