Lady Marciella and her Vampire Lord Husband

As soon as Lea opens the double doors to the dining hall, Marci walks into a room of chaos.

She gapes at the scene in front of her.

Duke Marcus is against the wall, feet dangling in the air as the Vampire Lord she saw through her window, holds him in place by the neck. He does it with no effort, almost like he isn't holding up a large man and instead a helpless animal. 

Sitting at the table, as if she doesn't have a care in the world, is her mother. Her luscious black hair falls over her shoulders, framing the deep neck line of her navy blue dress. She watches them, a heavy bitterness in her eyes that is more prominent today. She holds a glass of wine in her hand, and she brings it to her lips. 

When Duchess Marciella the First sees Marci standing at the door in shock, she smiles spitefully. 

"My lovely daughter," Though the words are sweet, her tone is anything but. "Come, meet your fiancée." She nods towards the Vampire Lord who chokes her father against the wall.