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King Raemon had always been drawn to the darkness of the woods. Its twisted trees, rustling leaves, and the sound of nocturnal creatures scurrying about were music to his ears. He relished the sensation of the cool night air on his skin as he wandered, his sharp vampire senses alert for prey.
Suddenly, he detected the scent of a deer nearby. He stalked the animal quietly, savoring the anticipation of the hunt. Just as he pounced, he was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of the old witch, Mafesta.
"Your Majesty," she rasped. "We have a problem."
Raemon's blood boiled at the interruption. "What problem?" he growled, snarling as he faced the witch.
"Caspian," she replied flatly. "He's onto us."
Raemon's eyes blazed with anger, and his fangs bared in frustration. "How is this possi
