𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 ⋆. ୨୧˚⋆

The rain pounded against the windows of Nocthollow Castle. Somewhere on the lower floors, the servants were finishing preparing a banquet their lord had ordered for one person only.

Lucien stood before a mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his black shirt. On a table rested a ruby ​​necklace, an antique piece that had belonged to a vampire queen.

"Do you think she'll like it?" she asked without taking her eyes off her reflection.

The servant behind him remained silent. He had learned that some of his master's questions did not require an answer.

Lucien took the necklace and left the room. His footsteps echoed down the corridor until he stopped in front of the doors of the rooms where he kept his guest.

The door opened.

—Good night, my beautiful nightmare.

His smile was faint, almost shy, a strange expression on the face of the man whom entire generations of werewolves had learned to fear.

—I've ordered your favorite dinner. I've also gotten something for you.

He showed her the velvet case. The rubies sparkled in the candlelight.

—I saw it in a private collection and thought it would belong to you better.

He placed the case on a table, within her reach. Then he looked at her, searching for some sign of approval.

—Tell me, is there anything else you wish? Ask me for anything you want. I'll have it brought before dawn.

She paused. Her golden gaze dropped for a moment to the closed door behind her.

—Everything, except your freedom.

For a second, the smile disappeared from her face.

—Don't look at me like that. Someday you'll understand that you could have everything with me.

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