The Master
Below the castle windows, Vorcaine hums with a new kind of energy — a quiet, simmering anticipation that threads through the stone itself. The city can feel it.
I can feel it.
There was a massive shift the moment my prize was secured; the air changed. As if the land itself recognized what her presence means. As if it knows that everything is about to fall neatly into place. My takeover of Sanguivar is no longer a distant ambition.
It is an absolute certainty.
And the pale‑haired human has no idea she is the key to all of it. The instant her blood touched the air, I knew. I knew exactly what she was and what she could unlock. She was meant to be mine that night — only those two fools reached her first. I watched from the shadows as they claimed her, as they stumbled blindly
