... IT BEGAN AS A DREAM. A dream of War...
Marsil, the young Vampire Prince of Syveria lay on his large bed in the chamber granted him at the White Keep. It was few hours till Dawn and the hushed gasps of the exerting men and women had quietened.
As much as they'd tried to be silent so as not to attract attention to their illicit sexual activities, Marsil had still heard everything.
These were the times he wished could just zone out his vampire senses for a moment. Now, he had to live with the knowledge that he knew Old man Geralt secretly fucked his daughter; that the Lord's eldest daughter had threesomes with her mother; that the immediate younger sisters had immoral affairs with each other.
...and the one that sizzled his blood; that Esabel pleasured herself in the bath pool, just right beside his fucking room.
