Aleksander wandered around the palace as he listened in on the servant's gossips. He was nervous for Elys to take on vampire nobilities, but there was also a part of him that knew she could handle herself well.
Despite knowing that, he still couldn't disregard the fact that the ladies in her room were dangerous in their own game.
'Why are we still working here? We might as well die with the bastard prince rising to the throne!' a man's angry voice echoed through the walls.
'Shut it, Greg! You will most definitely die if you continue to blabber like that,' a woman countered him.
'I wonder if the human queen could make the lives of slaves better?' someone thought from another side of the palace.
'Would King Aleksander really be better for the kingdom? Wasn't he cursed or something?' another aired her worries to a fellow servant.
"Your majesty," someone greeted the young king.
"!"
