Chapter 13: Courtesy & Respect.
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Morning.
Compound
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon.
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As they walked further, the temperature noticeably dropped, and Salviana began to feel an odd rumbling sensation beneath her feet. The ground seemed to vibrate every few seconds, sending a wave of anxiety through her. She shot a glance at her husband, the dark prince, his hooded eyes steady and unreadable as they had been all morning. His gaze was slightly narrowed, almost as if the daylight bothered him—like a cat exposed to too much light, or an albino struggling under the sun.
Like a vampire.
Her heart skipped a beat. He noticed, his gaze flicking towards her, making it skip again. She quickly looked away, pulling her shoulders back in a futile attempt to look composed, but her mind was racing.
How had she forgotten? She had told herself only this morning that he was a bloodsucker, a demon of the night. She should be avoiding him, not walking beside him. But a question began to bubble up inside her: