"Well, you are quite the feisty one," Seraphon murmurs, tugging on your hair.

You may have fought him every step of the way, but he has you now, all tucked away inside his palace, away from all the dragons who wish to do you harm.

Unfortunately, that does not include Seraphon himself.

A clawed finger runs down your cheek. Such a shame; all of your Vampiric charm, wasted now that you are here. "Calm yourself, little vampire. No need for animosity."

There will be plenty of time for that later.