(Third Person POV)
The crimson glow of dusk enveloped the castle as the sun dipped below the horizon, its last rays disappearing into the surrounding trees. Shadows flickered across the stone walls, dancing with an eerie grace, mirroring the tension in the air. Inside the castle’s grand training chamber, Malik, the Vampire King, stood tall, his chiseled features hardening with resolve as he prepared for another night of arduous training with his mate, Juriel. She was the future queen, a beacon of power that had yet to fully awaken. Malik’s resolve was unwavering: he would train her relentlessly until she was not only ready to face the impending war but also to rule at his side.
Juriel entered the chamber. Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall of midnight, and her eyes sparkled with det
