Isabeaux sat at the Drake's family table, uncomfortable for perhaps the third time in her long life.
Logan had assured her it'd be fine, they'd probably guessed already.
That didn't bother Isabeaux. What bothered her was that she was a Hound, probably everything his parents had wanted him to avoid as a love interest.
Yep, she was being properly introduced to them today as his girlfriend. If that was what she was.
Her long hair was twirled into a long loose twist running down the left side of her body, ending at her waist. Logan said she looked beautiful, but Isabeaux knew her tattoos that marked her as a Hound stood out sharply.
Her scars provided a show of their own, her green eyes flashing angrily when people turned to stare.
She'd even tried dressing up, well, for her. Logan was as ever wearing his infamous lace cuffs and pirate shirt, but instead of his usual frock, was wearing a coat with tails and clinging jeans.
Every time he shifted she had to look away to stop herself from staring.
Of course everyone else already knew, as according to Logan, Solange had guessed what he felt for the frenchwoman straight away and had then gone on to tell anyone who'd listen.
Sadly, Helena and Liam had been away for some several days, too busy negotiating treaties to be aware of their son's romantic affairs. So Logan, being the traditionalist, had decided to introduce her as, not the Hound Princess, but his girlfriend.
Isabeaux had agreed at the time, but was now regretting her decision as the minutes ticked by.
Logan re-adjusted his chair, Isabeaux swallowed.
"What? What is it?" He asked. Oblivious Fool. You, she wanted to shout. You and your ridiculously handsome looks are giving me feelings I shouldn't have before meeting your parents!
Shaking her head, she stared at the ornate clock clicking away on the side table.
"Isabeaux?" Logan reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers. She looked at him then, his perfect face looking at hers, matching green eyes meeting her own.
He leaned forward, lips brushing hers, gently. Isabeaux didn't want gentle, she wanted a distraction. She deepened it, tongues touching, dancing.
After a moment, they broke away for breath. Logan's eyes sparked, cheeks not flushed but glowing.
"Keep that up and my parents will have to meet you in my bedroom, covered by a sheet."
Isabeaux smiled at her boyfriend's parents as they paused at the doorway, staring at the two curiously.
"What's going on?" Helena narrowed her eyes at the the couple.
"Mom, Dad, me and Isabeaux are dating." Logan stood, dragging Isabeaux with him.
The Queen sat, staring blankly at her husband. They both looked up.
"Is that what you wanted to tell us? That was what was so urgent?" Helena seemed almost relieved.
"Well, yeah."
The adult vampires laughed. "We thought you were having sex!"
Logan and Isabeaux looked at eachother.
"Oh," Helena raised her eyebrows. "I hope you're being safe."
Logan did blush then, making him look adorable. "Mom!"
Liam looked on, calmly. "Logan relax, we're only being responsible parents."
The young vampire pulled his love towards the stairs, grumbling. "Yeah, embarrassing parents."