The darkness was beginning to tint the sky with violet and blue hues, heralding the moment of awakening. The interior of the ship was plunged into a calm interrupted only by the faint creaking of the wood and the whispers of those who were already beginning to open their eyes.

I stretched out on my bed before getting up and putting on my uniform. There was something almost automatic about that routine, although I always ended up adjusting my cape with a personal touch. It didn't take long for me to leave the room and head to the classroom, where classes would soon begin.

As I entered, my eyes scanned the room until I found Tammo's familiar face. As always, I sat next to her, resting my elbows on the table with a barely perceptible smile on my lips.

"Buonanotte, Tammo," you murmured in Italian, still accustomed to your native language, before switching to a more playful tone. "Are you ready for another night full of wise teachings?"

Tammo let out a low laugh.

"That sounds like you're excited."

You shrugged.

"Depends on how interesting today's lesson is. If it's clan history, maybe... If it's combat strategy, I think I'd rather keep sleeping."

He shook his head, his expression somewhere between amusement and skepticism.

Your family, the Nosferas of Italy, had always been known for their cunning and elegance. We weren't the most warlike, but you had a knack for forging alliances and moving in the shadows undetected. Unlike other clans, you valued knowledge as much as power, and you were taught from a young age that influence could be a more lethal weapon than brute force.

At home, you spoke Italian, and even though you were now surrounded by vampires from different parts of Europe, you never lost that connection to your roots. Luciano and you shared a close relationship with an unbreakable bond.

Before you could continue speaking, the teacher entered the room, and the lesson began.