Vlad Jr. arrived with the usual elegance of a tiny prince, his little black shirt tucked neatly beneath a vampire cape that swirled slightly as he walked. His caretaker carried a small bag for him, looking almost as regal as the boy himself.
The moment he came close, Vlad Jr. lifted his chin, a folded napkin pressed delicately to his jaw as if he were wiping away imaginary dust. His lips curved into a faint, aristocratic smile.
"It is early morning. Why must the sun insist on being so intense?" Vlad Jr. sighed, the sound heavy with the weariness of one carrying far greater burdens than a child his age should.
His caretaker, perfectly in tune with his young master's dramatics, leaned forward reassuringly. "Young master, I have packed two bottles of sunscreen for you, just in case."
Vlad Jr. nodded with solemn grace, as though the very survival of his noble complexion depended on it.
