Once again I found myself wearing armor. I just smiled at my own reflection in the mirror. There is no delay, I will make sure that no one in our kingdom will shed blood in the war hoped for by the wolves. Even if my hands can’t get dirty because of bad deeds like killing life, I still have to do it. Maybe others thought I was a fearless and ruthless princess. But they don’t know, a vampire like me is afraid to be stained with blood. My heart can't take my life. Maybe I am a blasphemous, stupid, rebel in our own kingdom because of my disobedience to the laws, but murder that is not in our law and permitting is a task I cannot accept wholeheartedly. Maybe my grandfather has always felt the same way. For a long time I was with him when I was a child in his room, I could only see pure goodness of heart. His hand was clean until he died. There is no murder that I admire more in him. Very good father and king that I look up to.
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