"Father! Father! Look I picked a flower! It's for you!"
A man in a red fur robe who wore a gentle smile took the flower from my hand.
"Can you tell me what it is?", I asked him.
"This is.... the flower that your sister was named after, the Amaryllis."
"Oh! Oh! What about me!?"
I raise my hand excitedly as I ask my father a question.
"Well, you weren't named after a flower, Scarlet. So I'll let you choose. After all, vampires have a tradition of changing their names when they undergo great change. Your sister hasn't met that requirement so he hasn't done that yet. But I'll give you time to think about it. Do you want to name yourself after a flower?"
"Ummm....."
The man in front of me held my hand as we walked into the flower garden by the castle veranda.
It was my father, the king
