The Crimson Tower.
Two half-vampires knelt humbly on the ground, their faces filled with ingratiating smiles, carefully holding up a delicate jar.
"Master, this is a rare snake honey that your subordinate found after much hardship. Its sweetness can be said to..."
Before the words fell, a scarlet blood whip whistled through the air, striking them hard and sending them flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall, only daring to let out suppressed grunts.
"How many times have I said," Sigmund's slightly overweight figure leaned slightly forward on the throne, his eyes flashing with dangerous red light, enunciating each word, "during this period, don't let me see any sweets! If it happens again, I'll kill you!"
"Yes! Yes! I was wrong!" The two half-vampires scrambled to pick up the jar that had fallen, retreating awkwardly to the corner, wishing they could completely hide themselves.
