BRAN
Bran never thought the day would come when he would witness the castle under attack.
The vampires didn’t have much enemies and even the few they had wouldn’t dare launch an attack on the king’s house directly. Bran was known far and wide for his ruthlessness and unforgiving nature—people knew better than to cross him. At least smart people did.
But perhaps he had underestimated Ariti.
Other than the sorcerer messenger he’d sent to strike the exchange deal with him—the one Bran had refused—, he hadn’t shown any interest in getting his daughter back.
Until now.
Bran was in the throne room having a discussion with the commander of his army when one of his men had rushed in, gasping and shaking with fear.
“What is it?” The commander asked, sitting taller, every fibr
