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Prolog...
In the kingdom of Viorath, houses the family Rorian, consistant of the King, Johnes Rorian, Queen, Rosaline Rorian and their First, and only born, Kiro Rorian.
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“Alright, people of Viorath,” The king adresses, his tall form on the podest, gathering the people’s Attention. The Ballroom is a field of Red, blue, yellow, green and violette dresses, navi blue, black and grey gowns, of the higher Ranking people of the Kingdom. “This is an important occasion. Yet a Dangerous one. Chances are high that a vampire will be here in disguise. Atleast when I can trust the word of my men, since they reported sightings of a vampire lately around here.” The King explains matter of fact, wich stirrs panic into the people in the room. “But don't panic. Dispite it being a masked ball, a vampire is easy to reconise. No amount of make up could cover Up how pale they are. And contacts won't hide the red hue of their eyes. And keep an eye out for fangs. My men will also stay on guard, so no need to panic.” Johnes reasures, striking blue eyes, wich matches the light Grey short hair almost perfectly the black Tips a strong contrast to the obvious signs of elder age, wander through the crowd, both checking for lingering panic and to see if the vampire is to be seen.
The queen beside her King, stays silent, oak brown waves falling over her shoulders and framing her soft features. Green eyes wander through the crowd almost calmly, yet the unease is clear. She then looks towards her son, Kiro. Standing Up from her throne, she makes her way towards the man, who's sitting in the bookcorner, a mimi library Kiro uses as a study corner. The shelf is filled with books about paranormal, mostly Vampires tho. Rosaline never thought her son would be so fastinated with the creatures of the night. After all, they are practicly the enemy. “Kiro?” Rosaline asks softly, voice as sweet as honey. Kiro Lifts his head from the book He was reading, ice blue eyes Meeting his mother’s emerald orbs. The queen gently puts a strand of stray raven hair behind her son’s ear. “Did you notice your Father Holding a speach?” She asks, knowing that Kiro tends to get invested in his books to the point He doesn't notice anything that happens. Kiro stays silent for a moment, then He runs his hand through his shoulder long soft hair with a sigh. “No, Mom. Sorry. Could you put it short for me, please..?” He asks softly, a soft hue of Red adorns the prince’s cheeks, clearly getting embarressed by him getting too invested and Missing another speech of his father once more. The sweet voice chuckles. “Of course, Kiro. So, at today’s ball, there's a Chance for a, now don't get excited, but a vampire May be here. Uninvited. So, I doubt it, since a guard guards the entrance, and, if the stories are true, I doubt that the vampire could enter, since they need to get permision to enter. But I don't think our men are stupid enough to not see the signs. Or, the vampire is smart, and a make up expert.” She finnishes and Kiro chuckles slightly, the rough, yet also smooth voice then starts: “I don't think I'd mind much tho. After all, the best way to study a Vampire is while having a vampire in the flesh and I-” The prince rambles, before getting Cut Off by the Queen. “They're Dangerous. Unpredictable. Please, don't let your fascination cost you your life.” She says firmly yet not unkind. The prince pauses. “Alright, Mom..” “promise?” “..Yeah.” She sighs. “Thanks. I hope that you won't get too fascinated. What story is what you're Reading?” The prince's eyes light up. “Oh, it's a compilation of paranormal. For example, here, on page 237 is explained spirits. From Ghosts, to malevolent spirits and Egregores. Oh, oh, and on page 258,” The prince eagerly opens the page, the small clatter and flutter of the turning giving away how eager he is. “is explained how people know when Something is hounted. For example, shadow figures, mostly in corners or when they move it's more of a swaying or floating. Sometimes people see spirits in a more human like form, where the face is visible, Sometimes disembodies voices, whispering, humming or singing.”