Lucas sat on his throne, this time the golden crown placed firmly on his head. It made him look even more powerful. The crown symbolized his authority over every vampire in the Kingdom of Outrous.
It was pure gold, forged from ancient mountain ore found deep beneath the black cliffs of Outrous, a rare metal hardened by centuries of heat and pressure. The crown had been shaped by the first royal blacksmiths of vampirekind, embedded with dark crimson stones that glowed faintly like frozen drops of blood. It was heavy, not just in weight, but in meaning, a symbol of dominance, power, and absolute rule.
Lucas sat in a deep frown.
So deep that anyone would tread carefully at that moment, in order not to attract his wrath.
His back rested against the throne chair as he waited patiently.
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