Princess Loaisa gaped at the open balcony of the Palacio de Malacañan’s hall. The last time she had been here was the morning after her birthday months ago, watching the ships by the Northumbrian River. She memorized it all in her head, the feeling, and the view, and yet, standing back there after months of living in the Saxon, she no longer felt familiar. It was indeed her home but her heart was saying otherwise. If anything, she felt as though she was in a foreign land.
The vampire who watched on her side as she glanced around her like a first time visitor. When their eyes met, he kindly gestured to her in the hall. Princess Loaisa turned around and found the hall where her eighteenth birthday was held. Silently and almost warily, she stepped further inside and there found the King and
