**Aesira POV**
In the grand main hall, Dracula leads me to his throne, where I kneel beside him like a pet, adorned with a collar and leash held by him. As the massive doors swing open, two women enter—one with pale skin, red eyes, red hair, and elegant attire, the other with black-to-pink hair, unique eyes, and a tight outfit. They bow to Dracula, then eye me curiously.
"Lord Dracula, who is that pretty human?" Erzebet, the red-haired one, inquires. Dracula prompts me to introduce myself. Standing, I greet them politely, "Hello, my name is Aesira. It's very nice to meet you both. Can you tell me your names, please?" Erzebet and Drolta introduce themselves, the latter smiling and waving.
Hours pass, filled with discussions beyond my understanding. I find myself curled up on Dracula's lap, head resting on his chest. As my eyes grow heavy, Dracula announces, "The sun's about to come up; you both should head to your rooms." He picks me up, and I wrap my arms around him. Walking the women to their rooms, he then heads upstairs, calling me a sleepy head. Before I can respond, sleep claims me, nestled in the comforting embrace of the Vampire King.
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Never Thought I Could Love Again
RomansaIn a dark twist of fate, Dracula finds himself captivated by the latest Belmont, but a rival vampire also seeks the Belmont's affection, setting the stage for a forbidden love with supernatural consequences.
