I
While laying on the Victorian-style bed inside the room where she is being locked up, Asalea’s heart has been consumed with great anger as she reminisced the reason why she is here in this room in the first place.
It was the celebration of her coronation night as the Princess of Knostica when the Group of werewolves from the Kingdom of Ecleteon, attacked them, killing mostly the Knostican vampires. They were surprised and overwhelmed by the sudden attack, thus they failed to defend to the utmost, their kingdom.
They only realized that they were attacked when the werewolves simultaneously jumped unto the seated Knostican vampires, who were then happily feasting with their foods. They did not even notice that their guards in every gate of the Knostican Arena, where the celebration has been held, have been killed all already by the Ecleteon werewolves.
She shouted and cried in total despair as she saw how her parents had been brutally killed by the Ecleteon werewolves. The Ecleteon King with the use of his long and sharp nails dig the heart of his father and crashed it like mashed potato while her mother has been attacked simultaneously by three werewolves, munched her like bread, and like his father, her heart has been removed from her body and smashed into bits. It was a nightmare that she wished she never witnessed.
Her anger overwhelmed her whole being. She had sworn to take the lives of every Ecleteon werewolves, without sparing anyone, even up to their last offspring.
In a second, she made herself invisible; a power she inherited from her great grandmother. Vengeance is in her heart. Like a flash, she ran away from the Kingdom of Knostican. She cannot defeat that time the Ecleteons. She promised to herself that she will return to reclaim her throne and rebuild their Kingdom.
Princess Asalea’s recollection has been disturbed when she heard some knocks on the door.
Her life might be in danger ninety percent but the ten percent hope that she might end up marrying the King of Glodeous gave her the courage to stand up with pride and face whoever is outside of the door.
II
“Mademoiselle, I brought you some food here. Please don’t attempt to run away, four vampires are outside of the door guarding.” A woman in her middle age is holding a tray with plates of food and a glass of blood. She put it on top of the round magnificent looking table inside the room.
Asalea smiled at the woman and shook her head. “I won’t because I still want to meet your King.”
The middle-aged woman’s forehead creased when she heard what the beautiful maiden had said.
“Have you not met the King yet?” she inquired.
Again Asalea shook her head. “Nope.”
The woman secretly smiled and said, “I don’t think so.”
“What did you say?” Asalea furrowed.
“Nothing. Please eat your food Mademoiselle.” She smiled again and then left after excusing herself.
“By the way, can I take a bath in the bathroom here?” she asked before the middle-aged woman finally closed the door.
“Yes, you may. I forgot to tell you. I will bring some clothes in a while.” Then she finally left.
Truly starving, Asalea ate the food after snipping it three times. She just wanted to make sure that she would not be poisoned in this place. She knows that vampires here know that she is a vampire too, as she was served with a glass of blood and cooked food from human flesh.
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