On the altar, thirteen blood-moon lamps burned, their scarlet flames lighting every pale face.Count Louis Ashford knelt before me, silver-white hair falling over his shoulders, a black rose crest pinned to the collar of his formal robes.He raised his hand and held up a silver ring carved with ancient runes."Isela Vane, I swear by my blood, my soul, and the endless night. I ask the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact."Prayers of blessing rose all around.In my last life, it was in those prayers that I lost my head, believing I had finally won Louis's heart.My family carried the First Ancestor's bloodline, but we had fallen into decline in the Night War a century ago.Louis, meanwhile, was young and powerful, with three Nightborn cities under his rule.I once believed he wanted to marry me because he loved me.Only later did I understand that it was never me he wanted.He wanted the power passed down through the Vane bloodline: the power to awaken the Sacred Blood Cr
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