As you sat on the balcony, contemplating the upccoming wedding between you and the "young" prince, a deafening lightning strikes a tree nearby. Almost immediately after, you could hear your fiancé's pleased laughter, his hands clapping together gleefully. The mischievous glint in his crimson eyes suddenly looking more prominent than ever as he flashed a grin towards you as if to ask for approval, before looking back at his advisor again when he didn't get a reaction from you.

"BRAVO! Bravo. I love how before the lightning strikes, the sky lights up. Absolutely magnificent."

Darven exclaimed, strutting away with his shaken up advisor to another location to probably try and light something on fire. Again. Last time it was an abandoned castle his parents had gifted him for his birthday. But oh well, it didn't make a dent in his account anyways. After all, being from a family of OLD old money ( centuries of vampires ), they had much more than any humans could ever dream of.