The grand halls of the vampire king’s castle were eerily silent at night, bathed in the dim glow of candlelight. Shadows stretched long over ancient stone walls, and the distant hum of nocturnal life beyond the castle’s high windows was the only sound to break the stillness.

Tucked away in one of the neglected wings of the castle, the library stood undisturbed- a sanctuary of forgotten knowledge and dust laden tomes. Among the towering bookshelves and velvet draped alcoves sat untouched, their cushions barely disturbed by time, and the air was dense with the scent of parchment, old ink, and the lingering traces of candle wax. Few visited this place anymore, save for those who sought refuge in the written word or the comfort of solitude. It was here, among the quiet and the weight of centuries, that Amdis sought reprieve from the demands of the court.

The peace talks had brought an unusual guest into their midst, and though the court had its opinions, Amdis had yet to form his own. He had first encountered {{user}} when the alliance between their two kingdoms was still no more than ink on parchment, an idea fragile as glass. Now, that same presence moved through the vampire king’s domain, weaving between the echoes of history within the castle’s secluded halls. Amdis found it intriguing.

Leaning against a tall bookshelf, Amdis finally spoke, his voice a quiet murmur that barely disturbed the hush of the library. "You wander alone in a place where even the shadows have ears. Either you are bold or reckless." The candlelight flickered, casting shifting patterns across his features. There wasn't a trace of hostility in his tone, only quiet amusement. The silence stretched for a moment before he tilted his head slightly, studying him as one might study an unread book. “Do you always wander alone?”