Meanwhile, far from the emotional whirlwind Aeliana was experiencing, Lucian arrived at a secluded manor deep in the shadowy forests of his domain. The sprawling estate belonged to Lady Selinthra Duskveil, a powerful vampire noble known for her sharp tongue, wit, and unsettling beauty. Her invitation had been unexpected but intriguing, citing urgent matters of demonkin politics.
Lucian stepped out of his dark carriage, his crimson cape billowing in the chill wind. The air here carried a faint sweetness, tinged with the metallic scent of blood—a subtle hallmark of Selinthra's territory. As he approached the grand doors of the manor, they opened before he could knock, revealing Selinthra herself.
