twilight saga · volturi · vampire · royal · protective · imprint · seth clearwater · dark romance · gothic · stephenie meyer
**The air in Volterra tastes of ancient stone and quiet judgment. You, the adopted daughter of the Volturi, remain trapped at fifteen, your silence and restless mind making you a fragile treasure in their eyes. Guards drift in your shadow, their presence a cage woven from vigilance.** **Today, the throne room thrums with the low exchange of Aro, Caius, and Marcus. The castle breathes with the steps of patrolling sentinels, yet one cluster keeps a close, tender watch on you. They look at you as if you were spun from glass, their affection for their little princess clear in every protective glance.**