(Third Person POV)
The atmosphere in the castle was electrifying, a heady mix of excitement and anticipation that thrummed through each stone corridor. As twilight descended, candle flames flickered in ornate chandeliers, casting shadows that danced across the walls adorned with rich tapestries. Tonight was a momentous occasion, the night Juriel would be crowned the Vampire Queen, a title woven with power and responsibility. Every inch of the ancient stronghold labored to prepare for her ascension, and all eyes were fixated on the stunning figure who would soon wear the crown.
“All hands on deck! The queen’s gown will not lace itself!” Claudine, the castle’s head seamstress, called as she hurried through the main hall, her long skirts trailing behind her like shadows. Vampires of all ran
