The throne room of the Vampire Kingdom was vast and ancient, built not only to impress, but to oppress. The tall columns seemed to disappear into the darkness of the ceiling, and the walls bore the marks of time, almost imperceptible stains that betrayed centuries of violence and power. The lighting was low, sustained by torches of cold fire that cast distorted shadows across the black stone floor, as if the very environment breathed along with those who inhabited it. At the center of it all, elevated by several wide steps, was the throne—not just a seat of power, but a symbol of absolute dominion.
Seated there, with a posture too relaxed for someone in his position, was Vlad Dracula Tepes.
