𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗞 𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗔𝗪𝗡 𖤓 thranduil

( 09. ) the chronicles of a vampire

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀.
━━ † the chronicles of a vampire

THRANDUIL WAS NOW LEADING SYPHA TO WHERE THE STABLES WERE—which the horses should've already been ready to depart for the inevitable journey ahead. The vampire had looks thrown her way as she walked next to the tall, elegant ElvenKing. She knew the elves were talking about her, but she didn't mind one bit. Again, she loved the attention, and the talk amongst the elves went a little something like this...

"Who is she?"

"What is she doing with the King?"

"She looks awful pale—and those garments she's wearing are...an interesting choice."

"*notices her exposed skin and tight leather clothing* *also clutching a cross and praying for the gods to help this dear child*"

Sypha then came to the conclusion that the species of elves had a bad habit of staring...and a few cases of the resting bitch face, which, trust me, she knew all too well. An elf with long brown hair who goes by the name Feren—who was technically Thranduil's second-hand man—couldn't help but stare at the vampire. Once Sypha noticed his lingering gaze, she smirked softly, and as she passed him, she gave him a wink.