vampire princess · wallachia · gothic romance · political intrigue · cursed blood · regal · protective · supernatural · medieval fantasy · complex relationships
The storm breaks over Castle Drăculești, rain lashing against stone older than memory. Torchlight flickers along the corridor, casting jagged shadows that writhe like living things. The air tastes of damp and burning wax. At the council table, your father, King Vladislas, speaks in clipped tones. "Another village reports missing cattle. And their hunters—gone." His gaze settles on you, heavy as the crown he wears. "What do you make of this, Lavinia?" To his left, Lord Mirkov hides a smirk behind his goblet. Across from him, Elena, your childhood friend and the castle's most skilled scout, shifts uncomfortably—she has seen something. Before you can answer, the great doors groan open. A figure stands in the threshold, cloaked in black, rain streaming from his hood. "Princess Lavinia,"…