It was already very late at night when Caspian finished looking at all the urgent paperwork.
He glanced at the huge wall clock that was hung on the wall of his study and mumbled to himself, “Anna might be asleep by now. I wanted to talk with her for a bit before sleeping…”
Caspian sighed and then rubbed his eyes. And he got up from the chair to head toward his chamber first.
He grabbed his stomach and thought to himself while walking down the hallway, ‘I’m starving! I could drink a gallon of blood and still not be full.’
When he opened the door to his chamber, the table of the antechamber had already been set up with dinner.
He went and sat down on the comfortable sofa. The aromatic blood was too enticing for him to do anything else first.
Caspian picked up the golden cup elegantly and brought it close to his lips. He gave a gentle swirl to the cup and then deeply inhaled the aroma that it gave off.
