"I mean nothing by it, my Prince," Andrais pleas desperately, his eyes tracing the shadows that have begun materialising at his feet, licking at his black boots, circling up from the ground beneath him like hungry, coiling snakes. "Only that… some of us would prefer to have you court one of our own and not a meagre elf,"
So there it is, the statement of truth.
Of course, it is of no surprise to me that pompous, power obsessed vampires would prefer to keep marriage in that of a similar bloodline and species. In fact, I had counted on that fact the moment I had entered Sezeria, and if I wanted his attention, I would have to try very, very hard to seduce him.
The Prince would never want to speak to an elven woman, let alone court her, or so I had thought. How wrong I had been.
