It had been a week since the Northern princess and bastard prince took the vampire throne forcibly. On the surface, things looked like they were slowly falling into place, but underneath it all was something that was built on unstable grounds.
Elys and Aleksander were taking their time to study and plan out their next moves. They could not afford to make mistakes knowing one wrong move could deem fatal to their reign.
Numerous attempts to get them assassinated was not to be surprised about. The royal couple had already accepted that fact since the night they decided to take the throne for themselves.
"Henry, how is the potion going?" Aleksander asked his attendant as soon as Marquis Lanz went out his office.
"It has been taken care of as you instructed your majesty," the old man said. Henry took out his pocket watch and noted the time, "Good lord, your general audience should begin in ten minutes King Aleksander!"
