Bab 59: 59. Aftermath

Penetrating the dark cloud covered grandiose sky and chilly air brought by the drizzling rain, a lightning struck the land. It illuminated a corridor of the Royal Castle. There was brightness enough only to make out a figure of a man, traipsing around. Within a second, darkness engulfed the corridor once again. A raging thunder followed.

The air. It contained a sinister energy that night.

A conspiracy was about to befall on someone, who was oblivious of it.

The perpetrator in question was a vile creature.

He had ghost white skin, soft red lips, slanted siren eyes and platinum blonde hair. One could be stricken with lunacy and fall head over heals for this evil man even after being informed of all the dark blue veins coloring his pale body due to the absence of blood flow.

Lance, the vampire prince, was that beautiful.

One moment, he was pacing back and forth in a well lit room. His strides ever so graceful.