The Count's Dark Bride
I killed the vampire who raised me…
but he suddenly appeared on my wedding day.
I trembled, looking at the assembled guests, with nowhere to run.
He grabbed my neck, baring his fangs.
"I raised you, and this is how you repay me?"
Before anyone could stop him, he carried me away—
back to the castle I once called home.
Now I'm his prisoner.
And he has only one rule:
"Obey him… or the man I was about to marry will die."
I. The Girl in the Snow
The winter night was merciless.
Snow drifted through the silent streets of the old city, covering broken stones and forgotten corners.
In the shadow of a cathedral wall, a little girl curled against the cold stone steps, arms wrapped around her thin body.
Only a small silver pendant hung around her neck—too fine for a child living on the streets.
Her lips trembled with cold.
"Please…" she whispered to no one. "I don't want to die."
Footsteps echoed across the empty square.
Slow. Measured. Powerful.
The girl lifted her head weakly.
A tall man stood before her.
His black coat brushed the snow like a shadow. Pale skin. Dark hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck. His eyes glowed faintly crimson beneath the lantern light.
A vampire.
In this city, everyone knew the name.
Count Vitomir Platz.
The lord of the ancient castle on the hill.
A monster.
Yet the man knelt beside her.
"Want to survive?"
His voice was low, almost curious.
The girl tried to crawl back, but her limbs were too weak.
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