“Meanwhile, the Danes shared their cup, Holland’s blood turning their lips a vibrant red as they drank. Power lies in the blood, thought Kell as his own began to warm. “It’s amazing,” he said, forcing himself to drink his second portion slower than his first. “What is?” asked Athos, sinking into his throne. Kell nodded at the goblet of Holland’s blood. “That you manage to keep your clothes so white.” He finished his second glass, and Astrid laughed and poured him a third.”