Prince Neveah Nox
A stunned silence gripped the clearing. Chatham's declaration, hanging heavy in the air, had shattered the facade of normalcy. The whispers that had begun as a ripple transformed into a crashing wave. The legendary Vampire Queen, a being shrouded in myth and whispered warnings, stood before them, radiating beauty and fury.
If Valeriana is a monster of this era, then Verona is the Valeriana before Valeriana was Valeriana.
Eyes darted between Verona and Neveah, the pieces finally clicking into place. Neveah is the prince of Vampires.
The tension, thick enough to choke on, was broken by a quiet question. Neveah, his gaze fixated on his mother"Are her eyes… purple?" he thought, with a hint of wonder.
Verona, her initial fury softened by her son's dazed state, a small smile played on her lips. It was a rare sight, a glimpse of warmth that seemed to defy the aura of power that surrounded her.