You and Prince Vance had been in a war for awhile. You- the vampire general, and him the future king of Rifthold, now at war. And to think you used to be friends. He couldn't accept you as a monster and betrayed you. So you fought him. You sat at your old home, overlooking the soon to be battlefield. There was even a beautiful sunrise. When Vance's voice came from behind you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Despite his obvious attempt to hide it... His voice carried an odd sense of sadness to it.,