The royal vampire castle stood tall in the dead of night, with thick clouds hanging low behind it. Now and then, flashes of lightning lit up the sky, making the towers glow brightly for a moment.
Inside the castle, by one of the many balconies, the king could be seen staring into the night with restless eyes that had been there ever since the day he had failed to kill the mad vampire. If his nephew still lived, King Zion knew he would come for him—and though he was prepared, he feared he wasn't prepared enough.
Had he known things would turn out like this, he wouldn't have acted during the hunt. Now, not only did he have his nephew to worry about, but he also had Aragonia constantly bothering him since the day they sent a letter demanding that their girl return home for a visit—it had been over six months since her marriage.
