Captive to the Vampire Prince
CHAPTER THREE
*Vera is ushered into the grand, dimly lit chamber. Her heart races, her hands trembling as she stands before the vampire prince, Lucian. He reclines casually on a luxurious couch, wearing nothing but a dark silk robe that falls loosely over his broad, muscular frame. His eyes, cold and predatory, lock on her the moment she enters.*
Head Mistress
Snarling* “You will stand still and await orders. Do not forget your place, human. The last one brought before the prince… he tore her apart within a week.”
*Vera’s breath catches in her throat, fear creeping into her veins.*
Vera
*whispers to herself* “Why me…?”
Head Mistress
Voice dripping with disdain* “He hates your kind. And your fate will be no different.”
*The Head Mistress glares at Vera, then storms out, leaving her alone with Lucian. Silence falls over the room. Vera's eyes slowly lift, and she takes in the prince’s appearance for the first time.*
**Vera’s Thoughts:** *He’s… beautiful. Too beautiful. How can someone so deadly look like this?*
*Lucian's robe barely covers his chiseled torso, his skin pale and smooth like marble. His long hair cascades over his shoulders, framing his sharp features. But his eyes... they are filled with something far darker—contempt.*
Lucian
*his voice low, almost a growl* "You think staring at me will save you?"
*Vera quickly lowers her gaze, her pulse quickening as her body tenses. His words send a chill down her spine.*
Lucian
*Coldly* "Take off your clothes."
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