Liza and Elizabeth were sitting in the inner garden of the vampire palace when night had already settled completely over the kingdom. The place was silent, surrounded by dark rosebushes, precisely pruned trees, and paths of black stone that reflected the soft light of red lanterns suspended between iron arches. At the center of that scenery, the two women shared a small ornate metal table, upon which rested a bottle of dark wine and two almost full glasses.
Liza maintained a straight posture, with the cold elegance of someone born to occupy a throne. Her long white hair fell down her back and over her shoulders like a pale cascade, creating a striking contrast with the black dress that molded her body with severe sophistication.
The fabric, fitted at the waist and wider at the legs and sleeves, was crossed by red details that resembled living filigree, as if the dress itself had been embroidered with threads of blood.
