Chapter 4: The Scornful Salvation

The fragile truce forged in the dungeon's darkness shattered the moment we stepped into the glittering, venomous world of a vampire ball. The Moon Court Palace was a spectacle of cold beauty, all polished obsidian and shimmering silver, filled with the ancient and powerful of my kind. I was draped in a gown of liquid mercury, my hair an intricate constellation of diamonds, every inch the untouchable Countess. And at my heel, clad in simple, clean servant's clothes but with shackles replaced by...