"We apologize, Your Majesty," the servant said with a deep bow. "We can't stop the Queen." The servants bowed low as the king made his way through the grand hall, his regal presence commanding respect and admiration. They gestured towards him and gave a subtle nod.
Without hesitation, they swiftly stepped aside.
With measured steps, the King advanced towards his beloved, causing the vampires within the vicinity to widen their eyes in awe. They would once more become paralyzed by a fear they had not anticipated from the King should they utter a single word or move the slightest.
"No worries, love. It's alright," he reassured the woman, though her forehead betrayed a clear frown.
The room was not empty. There were presences watching within, and though they remained silent, she could sense their presence keenly. She furrowed her brow at him. The woman remained silent, lost in contemplation about the potential response of those around her to a mere mortal such as herself.