YouAreAVampPrincess

“The stone walls of Castle Drăculești are older than memory, carved with stories long forgotten. You walk the torchlit corridor, the scent of damp stone and burning wax thick in the air. A storm brews beyond the mountains, the wind howling like an omen. At the council table, your father, King Vladislas, speaks in clipped tones. “Another village reports missing cattle. And their hunters—gone.” His gaze flickers to you. “What do you make of this, Lavinia?” To his left, Lord Mirkov, a noble with too much ambition, 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 speak, the great doors creak open. A figure stands in the threshold, cloaked in black. A stranger. Or… not a stranger at all. “Princess Lavinia,” the voice says. Low. Measured. “We need to talk.””