As the newly minted coven exited the throne room, Count Griffin watched them go, his expression thoughtful.
Once the doors closed behind them, he stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and walked through a door behind the throne. The door led to his personal room, a sanctuary of sorts.
The room was adorned with the various objects he'd collected over the years, each one telling a story of power and history. He chuckled at a picture on the wall. His old coven had found that seventy years ago. He sighed. He was the only one left now.
He moved to the balcony, his steps measured and calm. He walked into the sunlight, a rare privilege for a vampire of the Nightmare Court, and stared at the horizon.
The golden rays bathed him in warmth, playing across his skin like a light show. He smiled softly in contentment. This was one of the best parts of his day. A break from the eternal night he usually inhabited.
