32: Coronation

The castle echoed the whistle of the trumpet as the sun rose from beyond the horizon. Common Vampires were walking toward the castle with big smiles. From inside, busy vampires swiftly ran and do things they were assigned to. 

It was impossible not to get dizzy once you looked at them in action.

Walls were obscured by red, silky curtains, floating seamlessly, which was carved with a small, round, yellow crest. Arcs were made to stand beside each entrance, and those were graced by hedges and lilies.

Vladimir walked past his room to observe things and to plan out their escape. He must ensure that both of them were safe and well. Zheira might disagree, but her complaints wouldn’t do anything if they’re already away from his father’s grasp; however, as he rounded the castle, he realized—with a pang—that every entrance and exit were heavily guarded.

‘What the? How the hell will we escape without being seen?’ He frowned. ‘You’ll have to think fast, Vladimir. T