"If you don't have something important to say to His Highness taste be sure to prepare an explanation for your arrival or certainly an excuse to secure your head, which you won't be able to save."
The sentry who had the minister tied up with magical energy ropes passed the message sternly in his ear as the man on duty hissed with disgust. His behaviour was quite comparable to the higher ups as the former minister could imagine the wrath of mighty Vampire Lord.
"Sure."
As soon he was thrown into the court hall his stare landed on the mighty- well build silhouette, wearing a white robe with golden strings adorned on the sides, he was an embodiment of God's beauty, sure certain privileges were granted to vampire community and among them 'beauty' was prominently written without doubt.
"Apologies, my Lord. But I have a prisoner with me you could be interested to see."
The sentry dutifully chapped as he bowed to Vampire Lord, King Matteo Leste.
