"awful? let me guess..." irene leaned in her seat, tapping jokingly on her chin as she imagined the mess that must have happened that evening. "well, limiting it to us wouldn't be bad...for us." she sighed. the prince was always difficult; but to call him a crybaby wouldn't do her or anyone else much good. "the park family in busan must be howling at you guys. no offense, of course." politics weren't really her thing - of course, it wasn't a choice for jongin, either. but it was his job. her position in society as a vampiric socialite was practically fueled by the fact her mate was a side-step away from being the head of korea's council in full. joohyun didn't mind hearing him rant, however, she actually enjoyed it. besides, as jongin's mother would say, it's was a 'good wife does'.

what did she do, today? other than have long conversations with her closest vampire friend seulgi about meaningless gossip? "not much beyond that of my normal day..." she laughed. jongin wouldn't care about what they talked about. his concern was obviously placed in whether or not she socialized with people or sat in a slump in the penthouse instead. "people are apparently in fear of werewolves. there's no shape-shifters in east asia, correct?" her question tears her eyes from the light-dotted scenery of seoul's nightlife right onto her companion's face. "it's so ridiculous."