Priscilla POV.
Oh no, oh hell no! I will not sleep in a coffin, Dracula is dreaming, although the coffin was pink, pink is my favorite color, maybe the coffin wasn’t that bad. What was I saying, no no no!
“I’m not sleeping in that thing” I tell him finally deciding on the answer, it’s a no.
“Prisiclla, you can not sleep anywhere else. The sun, light, they would hurt you, you need the darkness to sleep” he explained, but that wasn’t something I’m going to do.
“No” I reply firmly trying to match his firm voice.
“Princess, I can’t let you win this one” he says, as if he’s been letting me win anything, I still refuse to sleep in a coffin, I shook my head no.
“Come on Priscilla, you can try it” he says, looking around the room, I saw a black glossy coffin, well Dracula sleeps in style,
