Her cheeks stayed flushed as he kissed her hand, pleasure coursing through her. It was so flattering to be considered in this way, to be valued for her wit and personality above her other traits, and to be the center of attention for someone so powerful.

She was obligated to consider the implications, and her debts and vows to her sworn sisters. She would still be available to them as needed, especially with Dracula's ability to transport her, and this alliance would only further increase their influence and their safety. Carmilla would tease her about seducing Dracula, and assume that she'd done it for the power and luxury. Morana would think that Lenore's head had been turned by the romance of it, a fairy-tale princess wanting a handsome and charismatic king. Striga would assume that Lenore wanted the safety. Each version made her feel ... small. But no matter her decision, they would only see a small version of her, a little sister, easily dismissed.

Nodding, her fingers curled inwards, gripping his hand in a little display of both nerves and yearning rather than simply allowing her hand to be held. "Yes," she whispered, feeling reckless and impulsive despite also having absolute confidence in her decision.