Chapter 20
His Power
Liliette saw it immediately—the Princess was testing her on multiple fronts. She wanted to gauge the depth of her relationship with Vlad and see how a mere commoner would respond to her impossible demands.
“They say Vlad transforms into a monstrous creature at night, just like his mother,” the Princess said. “What does that look like? I can’t quite imagine it. Describe it to me in detail. Was it disgusting? Or did it excite you?”
Liliette’s face burned crimson. She had expected provocation, but the shame and fury that surged inside her were still overwhelming. Whenever Vlad revealed his wounds, his eyes would soften, becoming those of a young boy stripped of his armor. He was strong, but beneath it all, he was infinitely gentle. No one knew that but her.
She crouched in front of the iron door, her clenched fists trembling by her knees. A heavy silence stretched between them, taut with unspoken tension. Then, the Princess chuckled.
