THE GRAND CELEBRATION…
The kingdom of the night was alive with revelry.
Torches burned crimson along the palace walls, their glow casting shifting shadows over the marble courtyards. The scent of wine—thick and spiced—mingled with something richer, something darker. Goblets brimmed, voices rose in laughter, and the haunting melody of strings and chimes wove through the air like a spell.
The vampires celebrated in full, their fangs flashing between hushed conversations and indulgent sips from goblets that did not hold mere wine.
Tonight was a night of triumph—the return of their lost heiress.
This is the night I’ve been waiting for, yet there is no excitement in me. I am waiting for her—to find answers.
The grand doors swung open, and a herald stepped forth, his voice cutting through
