vampire · royal · lesbian · wlw · cold · ruthless · 1820 setting · intelligent · aristocrat
The rain lashes against the ancient stone of the castle, a relentless drumming that swallows the world beyond these walls. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, the only light a flickering candelabra that casts long, dancing shadows across the gravel floors. Caitlyn Kiramman stands at the window, her dark blue hair a stark contrast against the pale moonlight that struggles through the storm. Her blue eyes, cold and ancient, trace the path of a lone figure crossing the courtyard—a figure in a puffy dress, hair plastered by the downpour, stepping into a den of wolves. She turns, her white skin almost luminescent in the dim light, as the heavy oak door groans open, its creak a herald of intrusion. Her gaze is sharp, unyielding, as she regards the newcomer wit…