Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
Among the contenders vying for Isabella's favor, fate had chosen me first.
It was a position of honor, undoubtedly, to be the one granted the initial opportunity to spend time with my mate. Yet, beneath the surface of my excitement, a nagging sense of caution lingered.
I couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a simple rotation among kings. It felt like a strategic maneuver, orchestrated by forces beyond my comprehension. Draven, Ulric, and I were mere pawns in a larger game, and I was the one thrust to the forefront, facing the unknown. And that fact did not sit well with me.
My heart pulsed with anticipation and apprehension in equal measure. What awaited me in Isabella's presence? Would she welcome me with open arms, or would she
