CreativeWolf

#WSA2025

Word went around that no one that had ever knocked on the esteemed Eleazar family’s doors seeking shelter were turned away.

Fleeing the prince of Lustris no less, Arabella Sterling held out hope that those weren’t mere rumors as she crossed the border over to Umbraria, home to all creatures of the night. A land where noble blood like hers was a highly coveted delicacy. 

As such, she wasn’t turned away, but since the Eleazars ran no charity, Arabella was compelled to become the sole blood provider to the heir of the family in exchange for safety.

Though never, in a million years, did she imagine that what had started as a simple trade off, could morph into a swirl of tangled passion when the cold and stoic vampire she served showed interest in the young woman beyond the crimson nectar coursing her veins.

Under the vampire Lord's protection

From time to time, Arabella would lift her gaze from the pages of the anthology she held, only to glance at the covered dress spread upon one of the sizable chairs around the map room.

In the process, the young woman would also steal a glimpse of Silas who seemed quite taken by the contents of the sheets laid out in front of him.

"Morgana sure is taking her time,"

At those words, Arabella took a sharp breath before yanking her eyes away from him to bury her head among the lines inscribed in the book.

"Witches are highly coveted for their talents in Umbraria. Being one of the best, people need to remain patient in order to meet her," Silas added.

Arabella said nothing and merely nodded in response. For a mysterious reason, she wouldn't meet his diamonds, her own eyes feeling too heavy to send that way.

The vampire on the other hand, had but the sound of her heartbeat to assess her state in the moment.

Odd disparities