Barnett had run out of patience, his slender fingers drumming a dangerous rhythm on the throne's armrest, each tap louder than the last, like a judge's gavel counting down to punishment. The sound cut through the silent hall, making everyone hold their breath. "Henri, if you seek alliance with the crown through marriage, you should discipline your daughter properly—not disgrace the monarchy with her absence at the wedding!"
"Your Majesty, spare your wrath!" Elder Henri dropped to one knee, the bang of his knee hitting marble making several guests jump in their seats. The old vampire's bones creaked with the sudden movement. He cast me a desperate, pleading look, his wrinkled face pale with fear, hands shaking like leaves in the wind. His dry lips moved soundlessly, as if praying I would help.
What a twist of fate—who would have imagined a vampire begging for my help?!
