The oldest vampire

Marielle's father's home was a grey and leaf-green castle with a haunted pallid red sky and large dragons circling the castle below it. Ravens and gargoyles were the tenants of the exterior part of the castle. Soldiers of steel and metal guarded every single corner of the castle, guard dogs roaming around with their owners. It was such a beautiful castle it made me wonder if he was the king. Ace waved and spoke loudly to anyone and everyone, his hand on my waist all through. I was more quiet, finding comfort in looking at the blood-red floor. Of course, many people were looking at me. I was the strange girl with the fire-head prince. The party was going fine. Ace pulled me along to greet and meet everyone he knew. He even introduced me to my mother's family who I already knew because you know, they are my family. I introduced them to him when I took him along to the witch village to take my inheritance. Ace thought it was funny to reintroduce us. His wackiness is his charm.

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