Witches

Gabriel entered the car with a smile on his face, and it slowly turned into a wide grin. If anyone saw his smile, they would think that nothing could be more enticing than this vampire's smile.

“Your Majesty, you're smiling.” Gramson was astonished because just moments before His Majesty had been annoyed at everything, and now he was smiling again.

“Does my smile look so bad?” Gabriel asked, raising his head at Gramson.

‘Not again, Your Excellency,’ Gramson thought.

“Well, Gramson, tell me, do you think the silver-haired girl could be his daughter?” Gabriel asked with a smiling face.

‘I found something interesting for myself,’ Gabriel thought and still maintained his charming smile.

“Yes, Your Majesty, that girl has silver hair, I haven't seen anyone with silver hair and her unique appearance, there is no way she could be his daughter.”

After a brief pause, Gramson said again, “Majesty, I think she might be a witch, or how could someone have such a unique look.”

“Maybe or mayb