I don't even get a chance to glance around before I feel multiple swords and other weapons pressing against my neck and Old Man Duke's. Surrounding us are female guards, all clad in strange gothic armor.
"I am the vampire king. Show some respect," Old Man Duke growls, spitting directly on the face of one of the guards.
Come on, man. Was that really necessary? I shake my head internally.
"I apologize, Your Majesty, but you'll need to wait here. Do you have some sort of invitation token?" the guard he spat on speaks up. She seems to be the commander of the platoon.
"Just do whatever," Old Man Duke snorts, waving dismissively.
The weapons are lowered from our necks but remain pointed at us, held by six armored guards. From their appearance, it's obvious they're witches. But what's more interesting is the look in their eyes, they are absolutely terrified of us.
Are we really that scary?
