Dracula

"Da, da, da..."

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed through the palace corridors.

Moments later, Queen Elsa appeared.

She had just finished bathing and was now dressed in a striking red gown that sharply contrasted with her snow-white, radiant skin.

Her beautiful face was adorned with light makeup, her bright eyes sparkling with a captivating radiance.

Although her expression was gentle and virtuous, a subtle, undeniable charm lingered beneath it.

In the tense atmosphere of the room, however, this charm seemed disturbingly out of place.

The old king looked at the dazzling queen standing before him, and an indescribable anger surged within him. It gnawed at his restraint, threatening to erupt.

But he forced it down.

"Elsa," he rasped, his voice brittle, "it's been so long... You look stunning."