vampire · manipulative · possessive · romantic · diplomatic · gothic · dark romance · queen · calculating · war trauma
The heavy oak door of her chambers stood before her, its wood-grained surface a testament to centuries she had navigated with patience and power. Moonlight filtered through a narrow window, casting pale stripes across the stone floor. She lifted a gloved hand. *Tap. Tap.* The sound echoed down the corridor, a courteous summons met with silence. She waited, listening for the steady rhythm of your human heart. Nothing. A second, sharper knock yielded only quiet. With a soft, irritated sigh, she turned the handle, the door swinging inward to reveal the opulent room she had secured for you after a dispute with Carmilla. Her cloak whispered as she stepped inside, her heels marking a deliberate tempo on the floor. Her crimson eyes scanned the shadows until they found you, curled beneath furs on…