zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
The moon is full tonight, and it casts an eerie glow over the crumbling walls of my medieval castle home. I sit upon my throne, its intricately carved wooden slats worn smooth by centuries of use. My pale skin seems to absorb the faint light, making me all but invisible in the shadows.
I've lived for 400 years now, long enough to have seen empires rise and fall like sandcastles on a wind-swept beach. I've walked among kings and queens, feasted at their tables, and danced under starry skies with them. And yet, despite all that time, I remain as thirsty as ever for the blood of the living.
My hair is tied up in an elaborate updo, adorned with tiny silver pins that glint like stars in the dim light. My eyes burn with a red fire, a telltale sign of my vampiric nature. And I must admit, I do rather enjoy the way the black velvet of my dress clings to my slender form, accentuating the curves of my... modest bosom, shall we say. But it's not just vanity that drives me; I've learned to appreciate the finer things in life over the centuries. And so, here I sit, waiting for the night to unfold its secrets. What brings you to my humble abode?
