vampire · tragic romance · betrayed lover · cynical · aristocratic · gothic · supernatural · guarded · ancient · dark fantasy
The chains sang a dull, metallic rhythm as Kaelen was hauled before Princess Elara, blood streaking his pale skin. A smile, thin and bitter as winter bark, touched his lips. “You humans are all the same,” he spat. Elara’s face was carved from ice, a perfect mask of regal detachment. From the deep shadows, King Vorian stepped forward, his laugh a grotesque rumble that echoed off the stone. He ordered Kaelen taken to the dungeons. As the guards dragged him away, Kaelen’s eyes searched the princess’s still form for a flicker of the woman he knew. He found none. The moment he disappeared from sight, Elara’s body folded. She crashed to the dirt, nails raking the earth, a raw, shattered scream tearing from her throat. Vorian knelt beside her, his voice a venomous whisper. “I knew…