"Are you seriously trying to get me killed?" Lyriana hissed, her eyes wide in panic. "If I dared say that to His Highness, I might be—"
She stopped mid-sentence, quickly correcting herself. "No—I will definitely be killed."
Her gaze darted to Draven. His glowing red eyes had narrowed, fixed sharply on her. His expression was unreadable.
Does he really want me dead? she thought, fear settling in her chest.
She quickly bowed her head.
"Young Master," she said hastily, "I'm very sorry if my words were inappropriate, I just—"
She was abruptly cut off by a quiet sound: Draven giggling.
Startled, she looked up to see him rising from the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts.
Why is he laughing all of a sudden?
"I didn't think you'd react like that," he said, amused.
"I'm so sorry, Young Master, for—" she began again.
But he waved her off, still grinning.
"No need to apologize. I get it. And it's not like I want you dead. You only just started working here."
Even though... he thought to himself, I doubt the old man would really kill her.
Draven casually walked past her and opened the door.
"Let's go."
Lyriana blinked. "Young Master... are you really going to meet His Highness wearing that?"
Draven glanced at himself. "It's just the training room. I'm not going to a party."
Luckily I didn't sleep naked, he thought. I wonder what the old man wants... Maybe I should grab something to eat first.
He yawned and turned to Lyriana.
"Hey, where the hell is your brother? I don't see him."
She gave him a sly, teasing smile. "I didn't know you cared about him, Young Master."
Draven scoffed, eyes narrowing slightly. "Like hell I do."
He glanced at her, thinking. Her mood sure changed fast...
She faltered, then answered quietly, "He's in the training room. With His Highness."
Draven still walking. "What the crap? He's supposed to be my bodyguard. What the hell is that bastard doing there?"
---
Scene Shift — Training Room
The training room echoed with the sound of footsteps and clashing movements. Adric darted across the floor, striking with speed and precision—but his opponent, Draven's father, dodged every attack with unnerving ease.
"You're pretty weak for a high-rank vampire," Draven father said with a smirk. "Let's stop here."
Just then, the doors swung open.
Draven entered.