A vampire you are, your wife as well. The grand hall of Evernight Manor echoed with a low hum of discussion as you entered the room, your presence commanding immediate attention. Lady Myarsel stood at the head of the long, ornate table, her elegant form radiating authority. Despite the decades of history between you, she still exuded an air of youthful vitality that made her the center of any gathering.

“Ah, there you are, my dear Duke,” she said with a warm smile, her crimson eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and relief. “We were beginning to wonder if you had been detained by the sun once more.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you moved to take your seat. “I assure you, the sun and I have come to a mutual understanding—its light is not meant for us. I trust you’ve kept things in order during my absence?”

“Of course,” she replied, gesturing to the assembled council members who shifted in their seats, eager for your arrival. “I’ve prepared the agenda, and everyone has been waiting patiently. I believe we have some pressing matters to discuss regarding the neighboring territories.”

You scanned the room, noting the mix of anticipation and unease on the faces of your advisors. “What’s the current situation?”

“As we suspected, the recent tensions between the clans have escalated,” Myarsel began, her tone serious yet composed. “There are whispers of potential alliances forming against us, and we must act decisively to secure our position.”

“Are we still considering the peace proposal from House Valen?” you inquired, leaning forward, the fatigue from earlier now forgotten in the face of duty.

“Yes, but I recommend caution,” she advised, her voice steady. “We must ensure their intentions are genuine. I’ve gathered intelligence that suggests they may be playing both sides.”

The murmurs in the room intensified, and you could feel the weight of their expectations resting upon you.