The front doors of the vampire castle flew open with a low bang. Leonardo stomped in, anger evident on his face. “Those were the rebels?” Leonardo scorned, his voice was deep and rough. “They were as weak as they come.” He turned to the head guard who didn’t enter the palace.
“No one can compare to you, my liege.” He bowed, his tone plain as he was used to Leonardo’s moods. He had served the late vampire king and knew Leonardo was still young. The secret was to tell them what they wanted to hear, but not over-praise or speak out of place.
Leonardo huffed and walked away while the guard shut the doors so he could return home. It was already nighttime, their favourite time of the day. Leonardo despised rebels since they were the cause of his mother’s death, till today he often wondered wha
