Slowly and gently, Jack accompany me to the Vampire Lord. He squeezes my sweating hands while watching the crowd, my guardians and his father.
"When you are near, bow and fall to your knees. Father will be pleased and honoured by simple things," Jack tilts his head while caresses my hair.
As we are getting closer, my feet hurts because of the pair of shoes he gave me.
"My... My Lo– Lord,"
My voice cracks when the moment I utter his sacred name. Jack stays beside me, "Thalia Hackensen, the vampire who captured my heart since we were young and free." Jack murmurs.
The royal guards gather around the palace. While the snow keeps pouring, and the feast continues.
"Why are you nervous, young woman?" speaks the man before me. He laughs silently but I hurriedly look down to my feet. "Perhaps you are too young to be forgetful for you to shirk about the old man who's weak and wounded enough to beat the werewolves the other night?"
