----Vladimir POV----
It’s been two hundred and fifty years, give or take, and still nothing. I have been waiting for the birth of my bride, and waiting for the trap I set to sound the alarm of her arrival in the capital is wearing down my patience.
My existence as an ageless creature comes with immeasurable patience—yet two and a half centuries later, that patience runs thin.
I smirked to myself, thinking of the trap I had planted. The thought of Skylar always stirred something dark and carnal within me. Thoughts I shouldn't entertain, not while she remains out of reach—yet those very thoughts are what fuel my restlessness.
The trap itself was a masterstroke of genius, if I may say so. I was fortunate to have set it in place before making her shift that day. Never in a thousand lifetim
