Valen’s Past

"Your Highness, where have you been? I've been searching for you all afternoon. All afternoon! His Majesty, your father, reprimanded me for letting you out of my sight," said a tall, imposing man with dark red eyes that glowed faintly in the moon's dim light. 

His broad shoulders and muscular frame were emphasized by a fitted, dark leather coat, adorned with red clasps. Short, jet-black hair framed his sharp, angular face, and his pale skin stood in stark contrast to the shadows around him, giving him an otherworldly presence. A faint scar traced down his left cheek, a testament to battles fought and survived.

Another vampire, who heard the man's words, turned around with a slight, amused smile. 

He had piercing dark red eyes that shimmered like rubies, contrasting sharply with his long, flowing silver hair that cascaded down to his back. His build was lean and slender, exuding the grace of a practiced mage rather than a warrior.