I couldn't help but shiver, pulling my heavy coat tighter around me, nervously watching the vampires who were slowly returning to their calm state. The entire corridor fell back into a deathly silence.
A faint sound came from the bedroom as the door was pulled open. The leather shoes made no sound as they landed on the dark red carpet. A figure dressed in black emerged, the high-quality fabric shimmering beautifully under the light. His face was both familiar and chillingly cold—it wasn't Lionel, but his loyal servant, Winans, who had once been Princess Sibyl's personal guard.
Why wasn't it Lionel? His injuries must be severe! I hurried forward, asking, "Where's Lionel?"
Winans smiled politely, "The princess may enter now!" Then he turned to Rion and Kenneth, "His Highness is not receiving guests at the moment. Please follow me, gentlemen."
Not receiving guests?
