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royal clan

Kyrian wiped Ilyana's lips with a white napkin. Lifting the girl from the chair, the young man threw back blond strands of hair over his shoulders, running his hand over silky, pale skin. Now the vampire kept his toy in a small room, whose windows were covered with a heavy curtain - the Lord wanted to create an unnaturally pale shade of the girl’s skin. So Ilyana will look like an angel descended from heaven, and vampires will look next to her as creatures close to God, not frightening with their pallor.

-You are so beautiful, my love. - Kirian gently kissed the girl on the cheek and turned to the door.

- You can start.

The maids entered the room. Two girls took Ilyana to the bath, the rest prepared clothes and hair clips. The saint was being preened for her next appearance in public - this time in a distant town on the border with Norfwuld. Maybelline was rarely visited by inquisitors, and each of their visits, as a rule, was accompanied by human sacrifices in the name of