Alora
I let my eyes slowly drift over the vampire king, completely unable to stop it, taking in every inch of the infuriating monster before me. For a king, I expected him to be dressed in something far more… Oh, I don't know extravagant, maybe. Something that showcased the power he wielded to anyone who laid eyes on him.
But he isn’t dressed like a king who is preparing for court.
He’s dressed like a king who doesn’t need to prove he is one. That he doesn't need the pomp and circumstance of fine jewels or the soft silks every second of the day to prove it.
Instead, he wears a simple, loose-fitted shirt that is still clearly expensive but just without the excess frill that drapes rather than clings to his athletic frame. Toned muscles that reflect a lethal grace are encapsulated in
