The Cursed Vampire's Bride

Choosing His Meal

Hello my dear dear people, how is weather in your place??

Its really cold here and I'd really love to have a hot coffee right now but ?

Anyways let me know how you're feeling right now in the comment box.

Most importantly let's talk about a name tag for our story protagonists. what would fit better ..Ayirael or Azyira ? lemme know what you think and don't forget to vote!!!

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The ancient palace hall stood as a testament to architectural grandeur and opulence. Its immense size was matched only by its intricate detailing and exquisite craftsmanship. Walking through its colossal doors, one would be greeted by a breathtaking sight. The hall was adorned with majestic pillars, their surfaces adorned with delicate carvings of mythical creatures, intertwined vines, and intricate patterns that seemed to come alive under the soft glow of the chandeliers above. The ceilings were a sight to behold, painted with captivating frescoes depicting gods and goddesses and heroic tales of the ancient vampire world.

The moon that was slowly rising streamed light in through large arched windows, casting a warm, golden glow upon the marble floors, which sparkled as if they were adorned with stardust. The halls echoed with a sense of history, their walls lined with ancient tapestries and ornate mirrors that reflected the beauty of the space.

In the center of the hall, an elegant throne made of gold and encrusted with precious gems stood prominently, symbolizing the power and authority of the ruler who occupied the palace. Intricately carved wooden screens separated different sections of the hall, creating a sense of intimacy amidst the grandeur. Fragrant flowers and blossoming plants were arranged in ornate vases, releasing their gentle aromas and adding a touch of natural beauty to the already mesmerizing surroundings.

Lavish carpets adorned the floor, their rich colors and intricate patterns further enhancing the overall ambiance of the grand hall. The subtle flicker of candlelight added an ethereal touch, casting dancing shadows on the walls and bringing an enchanting atmosphere to the space. The group of ladies that just came in, including Ayira were stunned as they took in every details of the ancient palace hall splendor, luxury, and timeless beauty.

Trying not to look out of place Ayira composed herself and walked gracefully along with lady Jasmine, the other two ladies still stood there looking stunned by the sight. Quickly eyes were slowly being gathered on them as they entered the crowd ....Ayira noticed a gentleman dressed impeccably coming towards her and she almost groaned out loud. This was one of the reasons she hated attending balls.

Meanwhile, in the innermost part of the palace a man stood in front of a furnace and he stared at the fire blankly. Noticing the presence of someone else in the room "what have you been up to Callum? Abandoning your king this whole time". Callum Rosso the King's right hand man and close friend stood behind him and couldn't help raising a brow at the the king's accusation "If my memory does not fail me Your Majesty you asked to be left alone a few hours ago and as I have to prepare the ball for your entrance I had to be away definitely" he concluded patiently.

The king sighed "Don't you get tired of being so eloquent Callum, you're starting to bore me" he dragged slowly in his magnetic voice while a hand was raised to the fire and then he turned around. He was simply beautiful, his immaculate ebony hair cascaded effortlessly, framing a chiseled face that bore an ethereal, almost ageless beauty, his height and muscular body added to his charms, makes one unable to stop staring at him until you have taken in all his refined features. Callum bowed with a slight curve of his mouth at the king's word "I'm sorry if I bore you Your Majesty, I'll work harder to do better but right now you need to grace the maidens with your presence"

"There you go again, more boredom you throw at me. I'm very sure I'm getting no bride tonight also" he complained as he moved to the table at the center of the dark room, he picked up a bottle of red liquid and poured into a glass. "But at most I can get fresh bloods to suck on directly.....this one has gone bad" he complained as he dropped back the empty glass before stepping out of the room with Callum right on his tail. Even though he was a vampire , he always chose to walk most time instead of using his speed. As he neared the hall where the ball is being held, he suddenly paused and moved his head strangely taking a long sniff his blue eyes changed to red as his breathing became heavy. He suddenly moved disappearing away from sight, Callum hurriedly followed.

As the ornate doors of the palace hall swung open, a hushed murmur fell upon the crowd. Stepping into the grandeur was a figure that commanded both admiration and trepidation, an embodiment of dark grace and beguiling charisma. Serenely, the vampire king entered the hall, his piercing gaze capturing every flicker of candlelight that danced upon his polished, marble-like skin. Dressed in a tailored suit of midnight black and gold, the king exuded an otherworldly charm that transcended time. The subtle curve of his lips held an enigmatic smile, hinting at secrets known only to him.

As his cold, calculating eyes scanned the room, his presence invoked a palpable tension. Intrigue emanated from every step he took, as if woven into the very fabric of his existence. Those in his path instinctively recoiled, feeling the dark energy that surrounded him, yet unable to resist the magnetic allure that drew them closer. Every movement was deliberate, calculated, as he weaved through the throngs of dancers effortlessly. With each stride, he seemed to float above the marble floor, the polished stone reflecting his regal stature and undeniable power. It was a menacing elegance, a dangerous allure that enthralled and frightened in equal measure.

As he made his way to the center of the hall, the atmosphere shifted. The music softened, the chatter ceased, and all eyes fixated on the enigmatic figure who had claimed the spotlight without uttering a word. A gust of wind swirled around him, causing the candles to flicker and casting eerie shadows upon the walls. The king's gaze swept across the room once more, his magnetic aura compelling everyone's attention, every heartbeat seemingly synchronized with his own.

He saw what he was looking for and his eyes flickered but then he went in the opposite direction towards his throne which stood at the end of the hall. As he stood in front of the throne, the guard who had been too taken aback by his sudden entrance and didn't announce his arrival quickly spoke up. " King Azrael Osbourne of Megalodon!" And everyone quickly bowed. He sat down "Once again young men and maidens, you're welcome to the yearly ball but since those of you present last summer won't be here today....it's only befitting to just welcome you to the grand entrance to your new and blessed age......I hope you all have a great time.....and drink lots of red" he concluded his short speech with a mischievous glint, he could see some ladies take a step away from the men they stood with who were vampires.

They bowed once again, as he made his way into the crowd to pick a lady to dance with before any of the young men can. As was the custom, the king was to open the dance floor first. He walked aimlessly among the young ladies who still tried to catch his attention despite the threat of being sucked dry by him and then he stopped abruptly turned towards his left. Ayira who was tapping her fingers together in fear had her eyes closed until she heard people murmuring and ladies gasping, the young man who previously approached her also stepped back albeit a bit reluctantly.

She opened her eyes to see her worst fear coming true.....the king was coming towards her and was now holding her gaze too. She dare not avert her gaze, it was like she had been bound by a spell as she stared into the king's blue eyes. As he got even closer, her eyes shook as she quickly managed to lower it "Your..... Majesty" she sounded out of breath as she curtsied. He stood before her revealing an enigmatic smile as he managed to keep his flickering emotion in check "May I have this dance Milady" he said politely, from his tone Ayira knew he wasn't asking.