บท 64: Beauty of the ball

Inside the grand hall of Stormont Palace, the air vibrated with a mix of excitement and tension. Flickering candles cast a warm, golden glow on the crowded room, illuminating the tense faces of nobles and guests. Despite the king's last-minute invitation, the noble class had turned out in force, driven by a mix of curiosity and fear.

They knew the Vampire King's reputation all too well, and each one prayed they wouldn't become his midnight snack. Tonight was also a milestone, the first time a princess sent to the Vampire King had survived to attend a royal party. The room buzzed with whispers and nervous laughter as the guests awaited the night's unfolding drama.

In the grand hall, some of the guests gathered in small clusters, whispering among themselves. A noblewoman leaned in, her voice barely audible,