The Emotional Blackmail Playbook

At hearing this, Lady Maris dramatically collapsed—as one does when you're trying to save the world and are completely out of options. She dropped to her knees, head hanging low.

"I know," she whimpered, voice trembling with the weight of her admission. "I understand your anger. And if this were just about me, I'd rather stick a stake in my heart than ask her for help. But this isn't about me—or His Majesty. It's about the world… and her brother."

The once-proud lady of the vampire palace, who had walked with such regal dignity, was now kneeling before a werewolf—begging for help.

This was a rare sight—something that werewolves would use to ridicule vampires for centuries on. Vampires, who thought of themselves as the most superior beings, triumphing over werewolves, humans, and other beings, were now seeing one of them begging for a werewolf's help.