Aamir lay sprawled on the massive bed, his arms folded behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. The crimson glow of the moonlight seeped in through the curtains, painting the room in shades of red and shadow.
He closed his eyes, trying to drift off, but after a few moments, they snapped open again.
"Hey, Luman," Aamir muttered lazily.
"Yes, host?"
Aamir turned his head toward the balcony as if he could see the Vampire King's castle from there. "That king… he doesn't look that old. I mean, he's got two kids who look older than me. What's his deal? What is he, like… fifty? Maybe sixty?"
Luman chuckled in his calm, unshakable tone.
"No, host. If I were to guess correctly, the Vampire King should be about one thousand years old… maybe older."
Aamir blinked, then sat up a little, frowning. "Wait. A thousand years?!"
