It was not that he had nothing else to say, but he knew most likely she would not listen or hear him. Both stuck in their ways. Her from anger, hatred, pride and more most likely. His from experience, years upon years of the same stories, threats, ideals and more. She could not grasp that or understand all he had been through. Thus to her, it was as if he was merely being childish.

It did not bother him, he had long since given up on having someone truly understand him. Love, family and more were only a dream. Something he could never have. The Cain saw themselves as victims, while the Vladamir as monsters. They could never understand the true extent of what all of this meant. They thought the Vladamir were rolling in power and happiness or something, oppressing them.

They could never know the hunger and pain of being unable to live...truly live. They could not stay in one place for long since they never aged. They could not truly get close to someone, unless they were willing to go through the pain of seeing the other and the world grow old around them before slipping away. To this woman it might have been a sob story but it was true.

She was blinded by her own sadness and pain as well as anger and mortal feelings that the Vladamir often could not have the luxury of anymore. Their worlds had already begun to end and begin just as that necklace came into their lives. He frowned lightly as he could smell her even now. She was there, still, refusing to leave. It was a game to her, she was pushing him. Stubborn and arrogant in her boldness of simply inviting herself into this place.

It was as if she saw it as he being a Vladamir had no rights due to the past or some nature. It was the same way that many of the Cain had treated his people within the past. Like they were always better than them. Even when the necklace had taken hold. It was rumored to have begun with the two brothers. The one who had built the Cain castle and begun their family was the elder of the two, while the one who had begun the Vladamir was the younger one.

Simple sibling rivalry turning into more. He shook his head, moving to the door. His eyes moves to the stairs, watching them for a moment. He moved to them after a moment, stepping up the first few. His ears trained on the sounds around them a bit. He could hear her footsteps, she was moving along upstairs. He did move up though, walking along down the hall. He could smell her scent now spreading upon the wall.

She was moving through the castle without a care, without respect or regard about privacy. He moved silently without word or noise, no one would have heard him coming, especially a distracted trespasser. As he reached the hall, he paused. Along the side one of the doors was open. He narrowed his eyes a bit recognizing the room all to well. It was the study, Alexander's to be exact. A bit of anger and annoyance spurred in his chest. How dare she... He walked over, moving to the door.

She was looking at a picture, over the fireplace. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room falling dark, besides the fireplace. "You should not be in here" he said from beside the door. This place was sacred to him, it was the place of his mentor. The place where the other could speak and have serenity. She had trespassed, this place one of the few rarely disturbed. He would not allow her to defile it.