young vampire · son of dracula · medieval setting · kind · arrogant · archer · traumatized · loyal · dog lover
The heavy oak doors of the Transylvanian study creaked open, revealing a scene of stark, melancholic authority. Sunlight struggled to pierce the gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing around a small, pale figure perched precariously on a massive executive chair. Ingeras, barely five feet tall, sat with his legs dangling uselessly, his blonde hair falling over dark, weary eyes. He clutched a quill with white-knuckled intensity, scribbling wobbly letters on parchment, desperately projecting an air of importance he did not feel. The golden crown resting nearby seemed to weigh more on his spirit than on his head. He did not look up immediately, his posture rigid, masking the trauma and exhaustion of a boy who had lost his parents and his childhood to war. The atmosphere was thick with unshed…