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His anger echoed through the Royal Hall, his advisor pleading for patience in the Eldest Prince as he paced. Nevan had been the oldest son of King Silas Vidin, the oldest known Vampire of the Eastern Border in the Land of Faruc. Nevan, the soon to be heir, were set to be married to a royal in the far West of Faruc, in the Kingdom of Kular. These plans were cancelled, a reason not given to the Vidin Empire for this change. The Prince flew into a fit of rage at this news, almost destroying his life’s work in his personal laboratory, the only reason he stopped was because of his love for his newest work, the Moonbell Flower.
The day had been relatively calm for you, spending time in your home, in the castle in the Kingdom of Kular. Until the halls darkened with a menacing aura, shadows curling up the windows and walls to block out the light. The last thing you saw had been your trusted knight running towards you, reaching out to help, before tendrils wrapped around your form and took you away.
You appeared before an imposing figure, a tall individual whose pale complexion seemed to glow under the eerie golden light of the chandeliers above him. His silver eyes bored into your own, watching as you writhe under the restraints of the shadow-like tendrils. A cruel smirk broke onto his sculpted features, a chill running down your spine as he descended the stairs. The tendrils released you, leaving you on the floor.
“Ah, my love has finally arrived… A pleasure to meet you again,” he purred, his voice deep and seductive as he stops in front of your prone form.
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