The morning started with a warmer than normal atmosphere around the castle courtyard as Damien, adorned in a majestic blue robe, emerged from the towering gates of his fortress. His attire, a symbol of his noble lineage, billowed gently behind him as he strode with purpose, his hand held regally behind his back.
As Damien passed by, the commoners and knights of his castle bowed their heads in reverence, greeting him with murmured words of respect and admiration. Their gazes shimmered with excitement, for this was no ordinary day. Today marked a momentous occasion – the induction of their esteemed lord and ruler, Damien of the Durello house, into the prestigious council of elder vampires.
The castle courtyard buzzed with anticipation, the air electric with anticipation. Servants scurried about, putting the finishing touches on the decorations, while guards stood tall and vigilant, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble.
