He was letting them enjoy the illusion of having an advantage over him. When the right time will come, Vladimir will quench his thirst by drinking from the throats of the so-called elders of the Vampire council. Until then he will let them relish the limited time they had with their illusions of power.
The Vampire Counsel was nothing but puppets in the hands of Vladmir~
"Then I better get ready for the dance. Now we won't want the mightly Vampire council to get angry." Standing from the throne Vladimir smoothed a hand over his ballet tunic black shirt whose sleeves were cuffed at his wrists. His long legs were covered with black pants. His hair was tousled as if he had just woken up from a long nap. He hadn't bothered to wear his crown.
It had been more than seventeen years since the last time he wore his crown. . .
How could Vladimir wear his crown when he didn't even felt worthy enough to sit on his throne? He had lost his desire to rule the day he lost his bride and that was the reason why the Vampire Council came into being in the first place.
Vladimir was a man who wasn't able to protect his bride. Every day he spent hiding behind his castle's walls he was mocked by his conscience. His conscience mocked him for his fear.
Vladimir was hiding skeletons in his closets and the day those skeletons started coming out of his closet. . .
Loyalties will be challenged. . .
Kingdoms will fall apart. . .
Alliances will be broken. . .
And the lives of the Royals of the six Empires of the Supernatural World will be royally fucked.
Shaking his dark thoughts, despite wanting to leave this fucking clown show Vladimir squared his shoulders as he headed towards the dance floor.
The lights of the Royal hall dimmed as the spotlight rolled over countless females holding their breaths praying that the spotlight will stop over them. Even the orchestra had stopped putting a little bit of dramatic effect to their little game.
Vladimir resisted the urge to yawn. While this little game thrilled the council and the females around him it was extremely tedious for him.
He couldn't wait for this night to end. . .
Suddenly the doors of the royal hall opened as someone entered the hall. 'Who had dared to come late to the King's ball?' Vladimir thought to himself with a frown.
Vladimir tried to steal a glance at the individual but the females flocking around him made it impossible for him to even get a glimpse of the newcomer.
Vladimir resisted the urge to snarl at them. His annoyance was multiplying with each passing second.
Dear Moon! What was this strange restlessness?
Sweat dotted on his brows as he inhaled but didn't detect any new scent. Who the hell had come through those doors?
Suddenly the spotlight stopped on someone standing at the entrance.
Murmurs broke all around him.
The females who had been swooning over him moments ago were now focused on the female under the spotlight.
Vladimir wiped the sweat from his brows with trembling fingers. His uneven breaths echoed in his ears as he became aware of his speeded heartbeat.
Something was happening and his body
recognized it but Vladimir's conscience didn't.
The crowd parted, making way for him to approach the lucky female.
That was when he saw her standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, dressed as a woman who had stepped out of every man's wet dream.
She was a sight to behold~
Unconsciously Vladimir rubbed a hand over his chest as his heart constricted painfully in his chest at the sole sight of her.
When Vladimir's breaths shallowed and his eyes misted he touched the corner of his eyes with his fingers and frowned at the tears that glistened on his fingers under the dim light of the ballroom.
Why was he crying?
What was this pain?
What was happening?
Vladimir gazed back at the unknown woman. It wasn't as if Vladimir hadn't seen a female more gorgeous than her but it was just that none of them had been able to rile the animal living within his soul to this point.
None of them had been able to drag such strong emotions from him. . .
She was wearing a floor-length full-sleeved blood-red silk gown with a slit up to her mid-thigh that exposed her pale toned leg. Her gown was the simplest one Vladimir had seen tonight yet it outshined all the superfluously exposing gowns all the women wore around him.
Her shoulder-length raven hair looked as if she had just stepped out of the water. Her eyes were cast down as she seemed to be murmuring something under her breath that sounded like 'So much for staying out of the radar and blending with the crowd.'
Her nose and lips were covered by a veil made of thin golden chains. Walking with an arrogant smirk Vladimir approached her. To his surprise, she didn't even spare him a look as she walked past him making gasps echoing in the hall which made her stop in her tracks.
Vladimir bitted his lower lip to keep in the laugh that was threatening to bubble out of his lips.
She was the first female who had dared to ignore the King in his own Royal Ball.
It seemed like this mysterious scentless woman had come to the wrong party. It was clear that she didn't even have the slightest idea of what was going on.
Walking towards her Vladimir leaned down as he rasped in her ear. "Maybe you should have worn something else if you had wanted to blend in the crowd." At his words, her shoulder stiffened as she turned around to face him.
Her startled hazel eyes collided with his green ones.
"Fuck!" The woman swore and that was the moment Vladimir knew who he was going take to his bed tonight. Maybe for one night, he could forget his guilt and sorrows.
Maybe for one night, he could pretend that his life wasn't a mess.
Vladimir was eager to find where this night arranged by the Vampire Council was going to take him.
4. An Uninvited Guest
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