The Vampire Princess
It was awkward, yet I wanted to watch her dream.
In the moonlight streaming in from the balcony, I caught a glimmer of something around Sarah’s neck. Passing the time, he lifted the chain and peered at the pendant.
There was a name engraved in ancient lettering that I couldn’t read. It had a birthday on it, and the date belonged to the missing princesses.
I had begun to have my suspicions after their talk a few days ago about how she became part of Stormveil’s pack.
I leaned back, realizing she reminded me of the Queen. Sarah had the same golden eyes as the queen, brown hair, and a face that resembled King Jorah.
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