Chapter Seventeen

He watched through the tinted windows at the huge ancient castle as the car slowly lurched to a stop.

He blew his breath hard before leaving the car. He was back, back to his palace and he still not brought back their Queen. He was given the throne with a compromise of bringing back their Queen within a decade. He had just one more year.

Just a year.

In correspondence with tradition, if he failed to bring back a queen, he would be impeached, leaving the throne to his twin brother or the most prominent head of the vampire sub-clans in the kingdom, appurtenant to the throne leaving their lineage in his tenure.

His father wouldn't hear of it.

Either way it would be a great loss for the whole kingdom because their lineages was one of the most powerful in the whole vampire monarchy. After all, with an ancestor like Dracula, they were the only ones who could make the Bleeding stone glow.