The Long Lost Tale (Part VI)

Young Abigail sat the young Alex down by the small table and pushed the small bowl of soup towards him.

Young Alex took the spoon without a word and started to drink the soup. The room was silent and the only thing that could be heard was the young man's spoon hitting the bowl as he scooped up the soup. Abigail looked pleased at the young man as she sat across him with her face in her palm just watching him. "How is it? Does it taste good?" she eventually asked when he was halfway done, breaking the silence.

"It's not bad," the young man replied as he peered at her. "My name is Alexander," he introduced himself casually.

"Alexander… what a nice name," she uttered, still staring at him as she tilted her head slightly. "Wait. Alexander… are you a prince?!" her eyes became round. "When I was a kid, I went to the city of Ashteria with my mother. And while we were there, I heard that one of the vampire princes is named Alexander!" she exclaimed.