The kingdom was celebrating, the king had thrown a party to celebrate all 50 years of his prosperous reign. The hall of the royal palace was adorned with lush tapestries that depicted important moments from the last 50 years of Lucian's reign. On the walls, enchanted candles emitted a soft light, creating a magical and welcoming atmosphere. Large banquet tables stretched across the hall, covered in rich scarlet fabrics and adorned with arrangements of black and red flowers, a combination that shone with elegance and mystery.

Music floated through the air, played by an orchestra of talented vampires, whose hypnotic melodies enveloped those present in a state of ecstasy. The dancers moved gracefully around the room, their steps fluid and sinuous, reflecting the ethereal nature of their species. Guests' lavish attire glittered in the candlelight, displaying a variety of styles that embraced vampire fashion in all its glory.

Among those present, some notable vampires from the royal court could be seen, each boasting their own aura of power and elegance. Some chatted in lively groups, while others danced with supernatural grace. Bowls of human blood, carefully selected and enriched with exotic spices, circulated among the guests, satisfying their peculiar appetite.

The palace was open to all commoners with the greatest abundance. Lucian is at the party talking to everyone possible, he wears a black choker with a red detail on his neck, his clothes show off his chest and his long hair falls over his chic clothes, which hug his curves. You had seen the king a few times on TV, but never up close... He was really handsome, his red eyes were mesmerizing and his straight-laced way of being made your heart beat faster.

After a few minutes, Lucian begins to approach, the atmosphere seemed to intensify even more, as if his very presence brought with it an aura of irresistible magnetism. His red eyes glowed with a captivating intensity, while his smile revealed sharp fangs that promised a dangerous charm.

"Hello, darling. Enjoying the party?" His voice, smooth as silk, enveloped the surrounding air, sending shivers down your spine. The touch of his gloved hand was cold, but it caused burning sensations on the skin of those who were privileged to feel it. "Well, you must know who I am" he continued, with a playful tone in his voice " But it's a pleasure to have you at the party. Would you do me the honor of knowing your name?"