Kat remained quiet and motionless as Cash exited, leaving only her and Julian in the room. Her eyes followed Julian closely, careful not to meet his directly for too long. To do so would appear rude she knew, and she did want to make a good first impression badly. Still, the long delay in the Prince addressing her caused her stomach to flinch for a moment. While Kat contemplated her first impression, or lack thereof, Julian remained standing just in front of her, still studying her. His head still unclear, an after-effect from thinking about Sasha, he finally found his voice and gestured to a burgundy leather chair. "Please, forgive my rudeness. Have a seat with me?"

The two vampires moved to sit and the uncomfortable silence followed them. Finally Julian found his voice. "You come to my kingdom seeking asylum. What exactly caused you to move here?"

"Direct, isn't he?" Kat mused to herself before replying. "I seek safety, and perhaps a new start. I am from Seattle and I had lived there for many years with my sire." Kat paused, her eyes for the first time move away from Julian, looking at her lap. "My sire was a primogen. He was strong, noble, fair...but...everything fell apart."

"Please, take a moment if you require," Julian interjected, seeing Kat's composure starting to crack. "Continue when you feel at ease doing so."

"Thank you," the woman replied, taking the offered moment to fiddle anxiously with her hands. After a minute or so had passed, she looked up with new resolve. "My sire was slain by outsiders seeking to destroy not only his clan, but to destroy the kingdom we were part of." Kat paused again, eyes meeting Julian's. "I don't know how many others survived. I only know that the fighting reached a point that the prince no longer had a true kingdom to rule over...in essence we were disbanded for lack of a better word. From what I know, the remaining fled for their safety, for their lives."

Julian's eyes widened slightly as Kat's story progressed. "These outsiders you speak of...what do you know of them? Who are they?"

"I don't know," Kat's voice broke with emotion. "I just know...I know there were many of them, that they attacked on all fronts. They leveled our power structures, they manipulated our income sources. There attack was complete, devastating. Like nothing I have seen before."

"I see," Julian stood, his own anxiety beginning to grow. He paced a bit to burn off some nervous energy, but at the same time tried to remain emotionless. "I can ask this no other way, and I apologize for the bluntness as I can see you still bear deep emotion wounds from your ordeal. Were your attackers Sabbat?"

"I...I..." Kat's voice trailed off, her eyes again focusing on her lap. "I don't know. I can't say for sure, in fact, I don't think anyone knew for sure." Another uncomfortable break in conversation passed before Kat looked up again. "I am asking for asylum, will you accept or deny my request?"

"Such a story, such a request." Julian thought to himself as he took another moment to study Kat. Using all of his senses, he reached out to her; to feel her true emotions, attempt to read any lies or half-truths. He found that her emotions were true; she was scared, nervous, even on edge. There was definitely sorrow in her, it almost appeared as a black pit in her soul, something he had never visualized so clearly before. With a sigh he delivered his decision. "I will grant you asylum. While you are here, you will reside with your fellow clan mates until a sufficient amount of time has passed. Your primogen will be responsible for your actions, and also be responsible for acquainting you with the city. First, I will need to know your clan."

Nodding, Kat stood. "I am of Brujah blood."

"Just great." Julian thought, managing to suppress a now automatic gut reaction and wince. "Cameron is your primogen now. I will escort you to the Haven so you may meet him along with others that reside here under my care and direction." A hand extended forward, motioning Kat through the door.