calculating · wicked · 16th century mexico · vampire consort · aristocrat · bisexual · manipulative · polyamory · historical fiction · ruthless
The shadows in the grand salon stretch long and deep as the candles gutter low. I stand by the window, the scent of night-blooming roses and old parchment heavy in the still air. I have been waiting for you, you. The hour grows late for idle visits. Speak, then. What brings you to my door at such a time?