The princess placed a loose fist against her chin before turning to face her parents. "Father, what should we do? We don't have other candidates to summon the night. If we let it be, it might be misused by other people. We can't leave it like this."
"…it's for Keagan Allard to decide." The king took the hands of his wife and smiled at the two princesses. "The night has always been sentient and emotional. It will never listen to objective reasoning."
"Child, you can dictate everything you want into reality. What kind of tomorrow would you like to draw?" Alethia smiled at Keagan instead.
The missy then just stared at the collection of people to her other side before sighing. "…I promised Dacian I would do my best to help revive Cressida if he helped me deal with the grand prince. I guess… if I can command the night to solidify and look for its new vessel on its own, I'd really like if it becomes its own monarch. After all, I'm not a vampire. I don't want to be one."
