Feeling a sense of embarrassment, she finally withdrew her hand, realizing he had left it hanging. "I must say... you look even more handsome than I remember. You've grown into one delicious-looking man."Visenya's eyes roamed upward, stealing a quick and curious peek at the shameless woman. Lydia p
Visenya couldn't understand what possessed her to look at Lucian that way, but in that moment, she deeply regretted it. The expression on his face made it clear that he was far from impressed. Despite his improved attitude, it was evident that he would always see her as nothing more than his slave..
The young man standing before her was not the same young man that she remembered. She saw a very aggrieved and angry person, and she didn't blame him in the slightest. She understood what it was like to have your freedom stripped from you as if you weren't worthy of it."Step forward," Lucian comman
Visenya collided with the trainer, tearing through his throat like a spit-roast chicken. Another vampire swiftly rushed at her from the side, tackling her to the ground and propelling them into a rolling tussle. With determination, he climbed onto her back, attempting to sever her head with his bare
Nestling into her makeshift bed, she clutched her pillow tightly and let out a contented sigh. "Goodnight, Master," she whispered.She had been bidding him goodnight for several days now, even though he never responded. Yet, she held onto a personal wager with herself that if she persisted, one day
**TRIGGER WARNING**—Twenty Years Earlier—Lucian arrived at his father’s bedchamber, carrying a tray of food in his hands. Annoyed at being assigned such a menial task, he couldn't help but feel like a mere slave. However, his father had insisted that he personally deliver his mother's breakfast th
Later that morning, the sound of commotion reverberated through the halls. Intrigued, he ventured out of his room and discovered a flurry of slaves frantically scurrying near his father's chambers. His curiosity piqued, he approached the scene, only to find a woman standing between him and the door.
Lucian stood on the balcony of his bedchamber, relishing the cool autumn breeze that caressed his handsome face. It was Visenya's idea to remove the weathered boards that had once sealed the doors shut, banishing the somber darkness that had permeated the castle. She detested the dark and grisly amb