James pulled him down. "Not yet!"
Victor clenched his fist but he listened.
They watched as the brides sat on the gold thrones that Dracula's children had made.
Three different brides in three different colored wedding dresses.
And then, Dracula showed up. he didn't wear that dark suit and top-hat this time. Instead, he wore a suit of armor.
"As the Count of Transylvania... It is tradition for the men of my family to marry in their clan armor." Dracula said. His voice echoed like a shockwave, reaching every corner of the hall.
"I welcome you all to this humble abode and to join me on this good day. For I! Will officially marry my wife."
Dracula was theatrical. He swirled his hands and fingers when talking.
There was no priest. Because the Prince of Blood did not need the approval of God. His own approval was enough.
"On this blessing day, I shall take Delilah, Isabella, and Amelia as my wives. If anyone was to object, speak now or forever silence." Dracula said.
