How could the ancestors do this?!
This was the first Williams had heard of it... The family had covered it up as a scandal.
What made it even harder for Williams to hold his head high was that a human had been allowed to enter the Morel Family's land of slumber for such a ridiculous reason.
His chest seething with resentment, Williams took a step forward.
The cold presence lingering over the land of slumber swept toward him and became a whisper: "Leave this place..."
"Lord Guardian, a human thief has slipped into the Forbidden Grounds!"
The being they called Guardian merely repeated its whisper: "Leave this place..."
Williams held back his anger. "I am the current Prince. I have the right to enter the Forbidden Grounds."
The cold presence circled him once, then vanished without a trace.
"I'll go after him. Wait here." Williams stepped onto the Steps.
"Master Williams, it's too dangerous..." the old butler said anxiously.
Williams gave him a contemptuous look. "That human is nothing but the useless princess's knight. What danger could he pose?"
Even without his status as the heir to the title of Prince, Williams was still a Viscount.
Seeing Williams follow him in, Annan turned and headed deeper into the land of slumber.
There should be another exit somewhere...
Annan did not know what would happen if he cast a spell here, but an instinct he could not explain told him not to.
On the bright side, the more attention he drew, the safer the Centurion would be.
Annan entered an underground hall. Its high, arched ceiling was carved with enormous, intricate portraits of vampire ancestors waging war through the generations. Eternal Magic Lamps burned steadily, illuminating the hall. The air was stale and cold, as though time and death had left