Training with the Scarlet Prince
Fortunately, I manage to make it out of the Palace alive and -thankfully, unbitten too. I suppose I should be thankful of that at the very least. But by the time I make it to the Western front of the Great forest, and the fading sun has just begun to sink with heavy shadows over the horizon, I am starting to wonder if perhaps being bitten by a vampire would have been an act of mercy, rather than coming here.
"Shit," I mutter, flexing out my fingers by my sides. It is dark. Very dark. So much so that the scattered array of torches and towering poles spiked with a beam of fiery light that line the paths do very little to alleviate the dullness of my vision, instead purely serving to add limit to my already severely limited vision.