Amidst the opulent tapestries and ancient stone of the throne room, an air of tension hung palpably. "I explicitly instructed you to bring forth a person of significance from their faction, and you returned with a mere child"
The voice, low and resonant, reverberated through the vast chamber, a chilling undertone that left no room for excuse.
At the heart of the room, the throne itself seemed almost insignificant compared to the regal figure that adorned it. Vampire Lord Seraphina Nocturna, a being of undeniable presence, held court. Her crimson eyes, like molten rubies, emitted an eerie luminescence, casting an unsettling glow that seemed to penetrate the very essence of those who stood before her. Each glance was weighted with the weight of centuries, as if she held the knowledge of time itself.
Silver hair, kissed by the moon's pale glow, cascaded in intricate waves, a crown of argent silk befitting a ruler of the night.
