You were positioned in front of the throne. The Vampire King, a tall, slender man, took a seat on the hefty black leather throne adorned with lush motifs. You already feel the heat creeping up your chest as your eyes dart around warily.

You are the sole human in the fortress, therefore the worst part.

You were as alarmed as a cat. You had stolen cattle and bread from a vampire's fortress. Bram appears aware of this and sits back with a sigh.

”Knights, escort the human elsewhere.”