Samantha Cassidy

God, there was nothing worse than crying. Or... rather... there was nothing worse than crying in front of a stranger.

But that wasn't quite what Sebastian was, was it? No, Sebastian had drank from her and attacked her and even if he hadn't meant to harm her... he still had. She could remember that night and the way that those emotions of his teetered towards disgust with himself. And yet he'd still drank from her. She had still been his victim even if he was equally unwilling. He had harmed her. He had broken her. He had only intensified the broken girl that was so afraid of her own shadow and the danger that might be lurking there. And the worst part was that Dorian loved him. Just her fucking luck.

The Fae Queen remained only slightly aware of the way Dorian leaned over. Instinctively, she flinched away from him until something was pressed into her palm. For a split second, Samantha's azure eyes flicked up to meet his own silver ones. Her mouth parted slightly, as though she was going to speak, but what could she say? There was nothing to say for the way that she had ruined this evening. Dorian might as well pack his bag and leave with the vampire. Her gaze dropped down to the handkerchief in her hand, her fingers delicately toying with the silk in an effort to distract herself. She remained well aware of his words and reassurances, even if she believed none of them. There was nothing to solve. She had ruined their night and possibly their friendship. No. She could take Sebastian's hatred of her, but the idea of Dorian hating her made her want to vomit.

As such, the faerie girl couldn't believe that Dorian was able to so effortlessly shift the conversation back towards the meal that she'd cooked. Her gaze flicked upwards towards the Italian King. It seemed like such a silly thing to care for at all now. Who cared about the dinner she'd prepared when the night was entirely ruined. Of course, Samantha had not grown up in castles and courts. No, her own youth had not primed her for situations such as these when she might have to pretend that her whole world might fall apart with any wrong step - and she had made a lot of wrong steps tonight, it seemed. Still, for Dorian, she would do her best.

"I... thank you. I... we can get wine," Her words were shaky at best, and quickly she used the handkerchief to dab at her cheeks before she reached for that bottle of wine. Her hands had just reached that black bag he'd brought it in when the vampire - Sebastian. For Dorian, she would call him Sebastian - spoke once more. At first, Samantha braced herself for more French lyrics that she wouldn't understand, though he shifted effortlessly into English. The words, however, didn't offer her any comfort. She slumped back in her chair, biting her lip. "Okay," She said pitifully, she wouldn't deny that want for the vampire to leave and the two of them to go back to the way things had been only hours before.

"I'll let you two say goodbyes," She said quietly, carefully scooting her chair back as she stood. This was for the best. "I'll... I'll be upstairs, Dorian, if you would want... to talk." Timidly, she cast a gaze towards Sebastian. "I'm..." She started, though she trailed off. She should apologize. It would be rude not to, and yet truly Samantha found she hardly cared to feel apologetic. She simply turned on her heels to walk up that metal staircase and into her bedroom. She wasted no time at all in changing out of the stupid dress he'd picked for her and into her pajamas once more. Her makeup - what remained of it - was scrubbed off and her jewelry put back in the box. It was only then that she settled herself onto her bed, pulling her knees tight to her chest. She was sure that Dorian wouldn't come talk to her tonight, though God, she wished he would.