Ready to leave

Mallory couldn't help but feel that the people from Valeria were nicer compared to those from Reavermoure in the south. It was probably because they were vampires who didn't care about the prejudices that humans held so closely to their chests.

"Lady Mallory, when did you marry Lord Hadeon?" A curious voice chimed in, the question darting around like sparks, igniting a circle of eager faces around her. The corners of Mallory's mouth twitched into a small, nervous laugh, a reflex from how often Hadeon playfully called her his wife. She caught the eye of Lady Rose, who calmly sipped her tea, pretending not to hear.

"Didn't he just awaken from centuries in his coffin?" Another vampiress mused, eyes dancing with intrigue. "And yet he noticed you so quickly." But just as Mallory was about to reply, a soft but firm voice interrupted, "They're not married."