She bows her head,
“Thank you.” She replies as she wills the blood to open her eyes to his aura. Her dark eyes take in the colors, pleased to not see the tell-tale black veins of Diablerie.
If one was not careful, they could get pulled into the beautiful colors of anothers Auras. Blinking, she nods,
“Yes, it is.” She agrees. “Perfect, again, thank you. We cannot be too careful these days.” And she did not want a repeat performance of the last Court.
“If you have no other questions I may answer, I am able to provide you Acknowledgement. I shall offer you the Oath which is binding in both spirit and letter. With it you express loyalty to His Grace, the Alder Duke Clarke, Prince of this Fine Domain. By Acknowledging his Praxis you enter into the age old contract of the Domain and Lord. I shall ask now, please: do you swear to abide by the Praxis of the Alder Duke Clarke; obey and respect his Laws and those Officers of Court he has assigned; will you seek to contribute to the welfare of this Domain whilst doing nothing to disrupt the harmony within?" His Graces titles are spoken with the respect they were due, and once she was done speaking, she awaits Camerons answer.