I averted my gaze from the heart-wrenching sight that unfolded before me as all the individuals involved were escorted to the infirmary for healing.They were making sounds of discomfort, contorting their bodies in an attempt to reach the source of their irritation caused by the constant itching and painful sensations. Despite the increasing anger that I felt stirring within me, a small pang of guilt also tugged at my conscience. I couldn't help but wonder if I was really to blame for what had happened. Perhaps it was all my fault as deep down, I had wanted it to happen to that person or people. This internal struggle between guilt and anger left me feeling conflicted. Lord Minir offered some comforting words to ease my worries as we strolled along the palace halls, where he had once resided and thrived. He assured me that everything was going to be alright and that there was no need to fret. His words were a balm to my anxious spirit. “Master…” “Yes, woman?” He sighed, nodding at

"Tell me the truth, woman. What the hell happened here?" Lord Minir inquired, his voice laced with urgency, as we stood together, observing the soldiers carrying away the peculiar lifeless bodies. I met his gaze, my mind occupied solely by the fabrications I had hastily concocted. "I woke up to find them there. Honestly, master, I have no knowledge of what occurred," I responded, my words a facade masking the truth. One of the soldiers approached us, offering an explanation that occurrences of this nature were not uncommon within the palace. It was suggested that perhaps it was a mere prank orchestrated by the palace children or some trivial matter that had been overlooked. The incident held little significance in their eyes. And why would this  incident had any importance for them? For these vampires, helsings are j

As the first rays of the morning sun cascaded upon my face, I experienced a newfound sense of tranquility. The serenity enveloping the room was a stark contrast to the terror that had plagued the nights prior. As I shifted my gaze towards the spot where my master had been seated the night before, I realized he was nowhere to be found. It was an unusual sensation, one that held a distinct difference from the fear-ridden nights I had endured. In some inexplicable way, the encounter with Lady Catherine had left an indelible mark upon me, nurturing a lasting resentment toward her. Yet, paradoxically, I found myself no longer invested in her actions, as if a shift had occurred within me. Upon waking that morning, both Atlas and Gerber attended to me, blissfully unaware of the perilous circumstances I had faced the day prior. E