Alora took a deep breath before stepping near the prison where the vampires from her Coven were kept imprisoned, highly tortured and deprived of the feed. Alora tilted her head and eyed their ugly conditions, they were five in number, writhing on the dirty ground with their stripped bodies.
She trespassed the dungeon in the early morning before sunrise and after Crimson left the palace. She sneakily went through her way to perform the task her Sire gave her.
Her face grimaced seeing those burning wounds on their naked skin.
"I thought you guys might have been dead by now."
Two of them snapped their heads in her direction hearing her hushed voice and their eyes gleamed in hope.
"Princess, please..please save us. You came to save us, right!"
One of them screeched, grabbing others' attention as they raised their head to see her standing outside the cell. Hope roused in their heart seeing their Princess there.