The air in the Vampire Kingdom was thick with tension, the scent of rain clinging to the stone corridors. The torches lining the walls flickered, casting elongated shadows that stretched unnaturally across the floor.
Deep within the castle, in a chamber far from prying eyes, Drusilla, Queen of the vampires, sat with her fingers drumming lightly against the armrest of her throne. Before her, a hooded figure knelt on one knee, their presence barely a whisper in the darkness.
The spy had returned from the Valkyrie Kingdom.
Drusilla exhaled slowly, her crimson eyes gleaming. “Tell me.”
The spy bowed their head lower. “The Valkyrie Crown Prince has agreed to the arrangement. He will ensure Kara’s return to their
lands. Once she is back within their walls, she will no longer be your proble
