~ Jorsa, the capital of Alovena...
"How ominous this night is!" King Rozen stated, standing on his balcony. The rain finally ceased and two days had passed since he buried his wife. Air streamed out of his mouth.
A chill air filled the room and rushed into his skin, crawling through his body, erupting into his head. She was here, eventually came to respond the satisfaction.
He turned back, the inhuman and magically beautiful vampire lady was there. Her straight long white strands lay on either side. His voice miffed in his throat.
"Were you waiting for me?" Her voice was as cold and soft as the first breeze in winter.
"I... I saw you in my dreams. Is this real?"
She smiled, a stark spark of light flashed in her red eyes. He was handsome but couldn't keep his tummy flat. Anyway, she did not care.
"I did," she waited for him to approach.
He reached his hand out and touched her pale cold skin. His eyebrows creased.
