The decree spread like wildfire through the noble circles, and by morning, everyone who was anyone had heard about it.
Cain's words, if followed would make them loose the edge they had just started enjoying. If they could, they would have outrightly refused. If it were someone else, they would have laughed in his face before putting him to death.
But this was different. No one dared to oppose him openly.
Not because they agreed.
Not because they respected his morality.
But because he was Cain.
One of the oldest vampires alive and the only one who'd slept for centuries and awoken unchanged.
There were few alive who could even claim to have seen him fight, but every vampire knew the stories.
You did not cross Cain. At least, not directly.
So, if they couldn't touch him, they would aim for the anomaly at his side. The half-blood whose existence had become the palace's favorite scandal.
