I stared defiantly at Lionel, my eyes ablaze with determination, and let out a loud, booming shout that echoed through the grand hall, causing a few nearby guests to startle.
In an instant, a plate of exquisite green tea rose cookies, their delicate petals of icing glistening under the soft light, and a serving of vegetable salad, each leaf fresh and crisp, devoid of any red, meticulously arranged as if by the most skilled of royal attendants, appeared before me.
Pleased, I smiled brightly at the Vampire King who had brought the dishes, my eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Your Majesty! Could you also heal my injuries? I'd love to flutter into the dance floor like a butterfly."
Lionel glared at me coldly, his eyes like shards of ice, as if I were the demon incarnate—oblivious to the fact that he was the thousand - year - old monster.
