Disdain for the Humans

"Lady Michaela, what is the meaning of this?" King Octavious' voice thundered across the grand hall, his face etched with a deep frown as he confronted the woman standing not far away. The room fell silent, the festive atmosphere shattered by the tension that crackled in the air. "These medallions are clearly not aimed to suppress a single vampire, but a group of them!"

Michaela, dressed in elegant attire befitting her status as a sorceress, stood resolute. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of defiance and desperation as she faced the wrath of the king. "Your Majesty, I can assure you that the humans had nothing to do with this," she implored, her tone steady but filled with urgency. "We seek peace, not conflict. I-"

"Peace?"Maximilian interjected, his voice dripping with indifference. His gaze locked with Michaela's, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Do you honestly believe that humans could ever accept our kind?"