The Vampire Claim
King Finn’s Stance
“Finn,” she beamed, attacking my lips and starting to kiss me. We kissed for a long time before we decided to take our bath.
“What do you think about this dress?” she asked. I looked at the cloth she was holding, and I could feel the jealousy rising inside me.
“No,” I responded. “Not that one. You can’t wear it.”
“Why?”
“It’s too revealing,” I blurted.
“But I like it, Finn,” she said, insisting on putting the fabric on.
“I hate it,” I asserted. “I won’t like it if others stare at you.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” she teased.
“Of course I am. I won’t like it if you attract a lot of attention and receive lustful stares. So please, don’t put it on.”
“Fine.” She picked up another dress. “What do you think of this one?”
“I love this.” That cl
