TrianaTriana's brow furrowed, then she responded to Vlador's remark, "My parents love their children dearly. They always strive for the best for us. Yes, they're not perfect because they're only humans, but they're the best parents for me."A small chuckle escaped Vlador's lips. "They love you so much to the extent of letting you seek a witch to make your beauty eternal.""Mr. Vlador, please refrain from judging my parents, even when you don't know them. As a child, surely we can feel our parents' love for us, can’t we?"Triana's words left Vlador silent. His jaw tightened, and he returned his gaze forward. It seemed that she had a very pleasant life, and her parents pampered her so much that she defended them with all her dignity.She spoke as if all children grew up with the same warmth and happiness. Nauseating."I… I apologize if I spoke out of turn. I didn't mean to remind you of your deceased family. Your family was slaughtered, and you were imprisoned alone for a hundred years.
Triana.As seen from the outside of the stained glass divider, it separated a small room.Once again, Triana glanced at Vlador, who still had his back on her. He probably wouldn't appreciate her exploring his treasure room. Since childhood, Triana had been taught not to inspect or enter places she didn't recognize because it could be dangerous for her. However, while her parents weren't here, she would break that rule just this once.Triana's slender legs stepped into the room. There, she only found a large, wide black wardrobe facing a dark red bench.Gulping, she approached one of the wardrobe doors and carefully opened it while holding her breath. The luck was with her because the wardrobe door didn't make any noise."Gowns?" Triana muttered before covering her mouth with her hand.Three beautiful gowns hung inside the wardrobe. All were dark in color but adorned with glamour and intricate embroidery details.Were they spoils of war or gowns belonging to Vlador's family? Or perhaps
Triana."No... please let me go!" Triana pleaded, trying to straighten her body, only to make Vlador tighten his grip."I'm hungry, and you smell so good. The longer I try to ignore it, the more intense your scent becomes, stabbing my nose." Vlador whispered, lowering his face toward Triana's neck."Please don't kill me. You'll die if I die. Come to your senses, Mr. Vlador! Do you want to die?" Triana shouted, tears welling up in her eyes."How many times do I have to tell you that I know that? Calm down. I won't kill you. I just... want to taste a little," Vlador responded before placing his open mouth on Triana's neck.Triana's eyes widened. As something soft and wet touched her neck where she'd been bitten, her hand reflexively gripped the large arm wrapped around her.Seeing herself alone in the mirror but feeling Vlador’s body against hers and his face at her neck overwhelmed her. She reached up to push his face away but only elicited a low growl without moving him at all."Mr. Vl
Vlador."All right," Triana said, quickening her pace.Furrowing his brow, Vlador glanced back at her, only to make himself gulp and clench his jaw as the memory of Triana's sweet blood lingered on his tongue. But suddenly, Triana stumbled over something, causing her body to lurch forward, prompting him to reach out and catch her by the waist.CRASH!The lantern Triana was holding fell to the stone floor and shattered. The only light in the passage was gone, allowing darkness to envelop them.Gripping Vlador's hand, which was supporting her entire weight, Triana struggled to regain her footing. "I’m sorry, I seem to have tripped over a stone. It's very dark here.""I have warned you to watch your step," Vlador said wearily as he helped Triana stand upright.Then his gaze dropped upon her small hands, which were still clutching his tunic. She looked around with widened pupils."You told me to walk faster on this broken floor, and now you're scolding me because I stumbled," Triana retort
Triana.The piercing sensation in her chest made Triana's lips quiver. Vlador not only possessed sharp fangs but also a tongue that easily wounded others' hearts. Yet, what truly hurt her was the fact embedded in his words.Triana was grateful for her parents' protection all this time. They had cared for her so well that sometimes she felt unfair to her sisters. However, every good thing sometimes had a little downside. In Triana's case, her parents' protection made her feel like she was trapped in a golden cage.Vlador's words were like a stamp legalizing Triana's feelings that she had denied and hidden for so long. She knew she was lucky to be born into a respected family that loved her. But deep down, she longed to breathe freely, to leap and run in the meadows.The dim light snapped Triana out of her reverie. It was the moving door of the passage. Then Vlador put her down as they exited the secret door."Thank you," Triana said as she straightened her dress."You should be able to
TrianaThe wide smile formed on those charcoal lips. Angular cheeks and a sharp nose and chin elongated her wrinkled face. Her thin white hair was left uncovered by her tattered hat this time, perhaps only to enhance her eerie appearance.Triana, a bright blonde-haired girl, stood at the side of the cluttered and foul-smelling room. She was the antithesis of the witch across from her. Clad in a beautifully embroidered dress, her slender body exuded the scent of flowers and dried fruits. Her eyes depicted a bright spring sky."Eternal beauty, you said?" A putrid chuckle escaped the lips, encasing sharp, rotten teeth.The shrill voice startled Triana from her focus on the decrepit tiny house. She was certain; even her uncle's chicken coop on the farm was much better than this place.Interlocking her hands, Triana gave quick nods. "Yes, ma’am. Can you possibly do it?""Your question belittles me, young lady. I am even surprised you and your dozens of guards managed to reach my nest! Khe k
TrianaA black horse-drawn carriage, accompanied by ten mounted guards, sped along the road that cut through the lush forest.Inside the constantly creaking and rattling carriage, a girl with skin like a field of snow under the morning sun kept peering out the window, only to swallow her saliva for the umpteenth time.Since birth, Triana had always been in the comfortable, protective embrace of her parents. Castles, palaces, and other beautiful buildings were places she should visit. Roads that were neatly paved were what her soft feet should tread upon. She wasn't even allowed to leave her castle before the sunset, when the sky darkened.But now, Triana sat alone in a carriage, traveling on a muddy and rocky road that cut through the most feared forest in Galvadea, the Dark Forest. An invitation from the king required her mother to accompany her father to the palace as a form of respect. Additionally, visiting the witch to ask for eternal beauty was a secret between Triana and her par
Triana.Triana could hear the pounding of her heart. Without her consent, her eyes rolled sideways to avoid the gaze of the skull-faced vampire.‘Oh, God! I've never lied in my entire life! I truly apologize!’ Triana cried in her heart.Occasionally, Triana glanced at Vlador's face. She truly couldn't read the vampire's expression—not because of his cold demeanor, but because skulls don't have facial muscles to express. Even the man's lips didn't move when he spoke. He simply opened his mouth, and words miraculously escaped past his rows of teeth.The silence made Triana's hair stand on end. She didn't know what the vampire, who no longer spoke, was thinking.Was he suspicious of her? Well, who wouldn't be? She was foolish enough to claim that the potion would make him young again.The tale of the disappearance of the vampire race had been passed down through generations. Vampires perished after warring with humans, who were aided by witches. In other words, witches and vampires were a