The guests from Mihir entered the throne hall of the Court in an orderly fashion. Everyone's eyes fell on the King who was sitting on the Dragon throne. He was exuding such a confident aura that even the vampires were intrigued by the old and fierce-looking King.
Reginald, on the other hand, was fascinated by the young and beautiful Princess who was standing below the platform. She was wearing a gown that had been dyed with a hint of orange color. Reginald thought to himself while his lips curled up, "She is radiating like the morning sun."
"That red-headed bastard!" Adeline screamed in her mind.
She was dumbfounded when her eyes fell on the man who was walking in the middle of his Royal Guards. "He is the same vampire that I stumbled upon in the market! He is the Vampire King?"
