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IN THE STUDY

作者: Maranatha
last update 最終更新日: 2025-03-05 04:29:38
Azriel moved through the corridors of the estate with the quiet precision of someone who had mastered the art of control. Every footstep was measured, deliberate, each echo against the polished floors a reminder that the house bent to his will—or at least, it should. The morning sun spilled through the towering windows, cutting angled beams across the tapestries and marble, but he paid them no mind. There were more pressing matters: correspondence to review, reports to inspect, the staff to oversee. Every inch of the household needed his scrutiny, and no distraction could be permitted.

He entered the study, where the faint scent of old parchment and ink lingered. The ledgers were neatly stacked, each one a testament to the order he demanded. He scanned the numbers with an unflinching eye: estates’ incomes, expenditures, worker schedules, security rotations. Each detail mattered; each omission could unravel months of careful planning. Efficiency, clarity, and precision were his consta
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  • The Vampires innocent Prey    WHISPERS AT THE GATE

    The council chamber still hummed faintly with the echoes of Azriel’s voice when Lord Thane stepped into the corridor. The doors shut behind him with a muted boom, cutting off the lingering light of the torches within. The marble floor was cool beneath his boots, his steps measured, deliberate, as though he carried the weight of the entire debate in his stride. Beside him walked Lady Selene, her silken cloak trailing like shadowed water, her sharp eyes glinting in the torchlight. She had not spoken much during the session—she rarely did—but when she did, her words had landed like blades, precise and impossible to ignore. Lord Roman followed, broad-shouldered and heavy, his armor clinking faintly with each step. Unlike Selene’s calculated grace or Thane’s measured calm, Roman carried the look of a man who would rather be on a battlefield than behind polished stone walls. His voice, when it came, was rough and low, carrying into the hollow space of the corridor. “He speaks well enou

  • The Vampires innocent Prey    TESTING HIM

    The council chamber smelled faintly of old oak and beeswax, the heavy doors shutting with a finality that sealed the room in silence. Torches guttered in sconces along the stone walls, their flames licking shadows across the high-vaulted ceiling. The long table, carved from black walnut, stretched the length of the chamber, polished to a sheen that reflected every flicker of firelight. Azriel entered behind his father, his steps measured, controlled. The King’s crimson cloak trailed behind him like a river of blood, his presence commanding before he even took his seat at the head of the table. The Queen followed in silence, her pale gown whispering against the floor, her expression an unreadable mask of serenity that never faltered. The nobles and generals rose as one, a rustle of silks and armor filling the air, before bowing low. When the King raised a hand, they settled back into their places. Azriel took his seat to his father’s right, every movement precise, deliberate. He c

  • The Vampires innocent Prey    UNEASE

    The dining hall gleamed with cold morning light, pouring through tall arched windows and casting pale gold across the long table. Silverware glinted, polished to perfection, while bowls of fruit and steaming platters of bread were set out by silent servants who moved like shadows at the edges of the room. At the head of the table sat the King, his broad shoulders squared beneath a robe of deep crimson. He tore a piece of bread with deliberate calm, but his eyes—storm-dark and heavy—were fixed not on the meal before him, but on the figures gathered. The Queen sat opposite him, serene in posture but sharp in gaze. Her goblet of watered wine remained untouched, fingers resting lightly on its rim. A single glance from her could quiet an entire hall, and this morning was no different. Azriel, the Prince, occupied the place to his father’s right. His dark hair caught the light when he shifted, but his expression was carved from stone, unreadable as always. He moved with quiet precision

  • The Vampires innocent Prey    THE WEIGHT OF HIS GAZE

    The clang of the morning bell pulled Sophia from a restless sleep. Her body ached as though she hadn’t truly rested at all, and when her eyes opened, the faint light of dawn was already filtering through the narrow slit of a window in the servants’ quarters. Around her, the other maids stirred, some already tying their aprons, others rushing to pull on stockings before the overseer’s sharp voice came hunting. Sophia sat up slowly, clutching the thin blanket to her chest. The memory of last night clung like a chill—the shadow that hadn’t belonged, the sense of being watched. She swallowed it down, reminding herself where she was. Dreams, perhaps. Nothing more. “Hurry, girl,” one of the older maids hissed as she passed. “The kitchens don’t wait for stragglers.” Sophia mumbled a soft apology and dressed quickly, fingers fumbling with the ties of her apron. The coarse fabric itched against her skin, a stark reminder that she was no longer free to wander or choose. Here, everything ha

  • The Vampires innocent Prey    MARKED AS HIS

    Azriel closed the heavy doors of his chamber behind him, the hollow clang echoing in the dark. The air inside was cool, still, touched faintly by the lingering scent of old wood and iron. This was his haven, a place carved for silence, where the world’s noise and weakness could not reach him. Normally, it would settle him, draw his thoughts back into the precision he demanded of himself. But tonight, silence did not soothe. Tonight, silence mocked him. He crossed to the tall window where the night pressed its black face against the glass. Beyond, the courtyard lay drowned in shadow, the torches already guttering low. The moon struggled behind a drift of cloud, light pale and fractured. His reflection bled faintly into the glass—hard eyes, a face that gave nothing away. And yet beneath that mask, his mind was not obedient. It wandered. To her. Sophia. Azriel exhaled slowly, fingers curling against the sill as if gripping the cold stone would anchor him. The memory returned unb

  • The Vampires innocent Prey     THE FEAR THAT LINGERS

    Sophia’s steps quickened, though she tried not to let them sound like running. The corridors stretched endlessly, the glow of the torches flickering over the polished stone as if mocking her fear. She pressed her lips together, whispering to herself that it was only gossip, only foolish stories. Wolves, beasts—creatures like that didn’t exist. They couldn’t. But the memory of the servants’ voices clung stubbornly. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong to our world. Her chest tightened. She turned the corner leading toward the main stairwell—then stopped dead. For a heartbeat, the shadows didn’t look right. The torchlight caught against the wall, yet there was a shape moving where no flame reached. Tall, impossibly still, and darker than the shadows around it. Sophia blinked, her hand clutching the stone of the wall for balance. When her eyes adjusted, the shape was gone, as though it had melted back into the dark. Her breath came ragged. She told herself it must have

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