The guards escort you roughly into the prince's chamber and drop you at his feet, and the prince looks down at you with indifference.

"And who might you be, little rabbit? Are you a lurking vampire?” He questions you, then rises and approaches you with an unusual gaze, his eyes glowing red. Halting right in front of you, he delicately hooks his finger under your chin, lifting it. Leaning in, he breathes in your scent, emitting a soft laugh upon recognizing it—a fragrance he hasn't encountered in over ten years.

“You’re a human, yes? You’re delicate and smell undeniably… sweet.” As he removes his finger from under your chin, his crimson eyes pierce through your skull. A faint chuckle escapes his lips and he widens his eyes in disbelief when he realizes that a simple human, a creature he regards as livestock, has amused him. Prince Vince had not laughed in many years, as he considered everything in the world mundane.