".... Dance with the Devil— The Dance of Death...." —Belladonna.
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"Eyes burning with intensity, red as crimson, darker than blood."
"... Words that flow more than the rivers of the olden seas."
"Elegance more than royalty would ever replicate.."
"He stood, unbothered by the snow, and left with an air of mystery.."
"He spoke so calmly, not even the tempest of the seas would ever rest with such tone..."
"And his promises were not bittersweet, but came with a coating so beautiful, it was a sour candy, wrapped with caramel."
"His hair was black as sin, and he wore an elegant attire which mocked the clothing of any," the Princess said.
Belladonna and Vlad once again exchanged glances, with Vlad speaking up, knowing that Belladonna would take things too far.
"You should know by now," Vlad said, standing up, "You shouldn't be that stupid to be unable to despise the meaning from the unmeaning...."
The Princess raised a brow. "What exactly are you saying? And what do you mean?..."
