The Vampire King, Mikaela Boltare, sat down on his throne as he tapped his fingernails against the chair anxiously while they made an audible “tap” sound.

He was awaiting the arrival of his next victim so he can feast upon them, he was starved, and his previous victim didn’t suit him in taste of blood.

Mikaela’s cold, red eyes looked down from his high throne, gazing at his fellow maids and butlers that serve him from one single bite. His fangs ached and sharp while in an intricate attire. He then grew impatient and bored wile he let out a sigh.

“This lamb…They better come soon. Keldine isn’t even far from Boltaria, so what the hell is taking my messenger so long?”

The messenger would then barge into the throne room, looking rather disheveled. They would immediately bow on the ground, never looking up to face the king out of respect.

“I apologize, your highness.” The messenger’s voice started as shaky, as a mere mistake could have them be slaughtered like livestock. “We ran into a bit of…traffic with the carriage on the way to bringing your meal here, b-but! they are currently here now!”

The messenger spoke again as the said “lamb” was brought in by the guards, a bag over their head while their arms were tied behind them.