Bound To Cazmus

Chapter Two

The whispers of the young vampire boys echoed through the dimly lit chamber, their voices laden with disdain and resentment.

As they spoke in hushed tones, they cast disparaging remarks about the impending fate of a human girl, rumored to become the next good for dead servant of the prince.

Their words carried a weight of bitter contempt for the royal family, particularly directed at Queen Victoria's apparent disregard for the lives of the people of Dramér.

Despite the risk of severe consequences, the boys dared to criticize the prince, labeling him as beastly, a golden-eyed freak, a murderer, and an unworthy heir to the throne.

Their clandestine conversation was punctuated by the ominous reminder that speaking ill of the royal family could lead to dire repercussions, underlining the palpable tension that permeated the room.

Fortunately, I was sent off to the first prince, Cazmus. The man who ruthlessly killed every single servant Queen Victoria forced onto him within that second of
them stepping foot into his chambers.

I didn't believe I wouldn't die here, Cazmus was known as someone who killed for the hell of it.

A human woman was supposedly the longest person that ever lived after being here for two days, and that was only because she escaped the palace, but was hunted down and drained of her blood by palace guards.

Humans were capable of being bought, She made it a law and had no intentions of demolishing it.

I quickened my pace in response to the guard's command, the sound of my dragging chains echoing off the concrete floor.

I couldn't help but stare down at the heavy shackles around my ankles and wrists, feeling them slow me down with every step.

Was this necessary? I've been working for the palace for four years. I wouldn't run. I didn't plan on it. I needed to speak with Cazmus.

As I moved faster, the shackles rubbed against my skin, inflicting new bruises.

"Open the doors!" the guard shouted, and the large black metal doors were promptly pulled open. Before me loomed a dark, imposing ancient castle.

It had a cold and dreary presence, with grand stairs leading in both the left and right directions of the palace.

Vines adorned the fortified walls, adding to the eerie charm of the castle. Its gloomy interior and cold stone walls created a haunting atmosphere. Despite its desolation, the prince's palace exuded a somber beauty, nestled in a remote area far away from civilization.

The once-bustling halls now lay empty and lifeless, enough to send shivers down one's spine.

“The prince has just awakened from his slumber, I reckon he will be thirsty. There aren’t many slaves here, who are capable of stepping foot into his majesty’s chambers. As his servant, you are to care for him, feed him your blood if you must. His chambers are on the east wing.”

That was all they said after removing my shackles, I entered the palace, they slammed the doors shut, locking it behind me. I stood in the center of the palace, looking around.

The space was illuminated by a large circular window positioned on the ceiling, casting an intimidating but not entirely frightening glow.

I proceeded up the stairs, following the guard's instructions, until I arrived at a narrow hallway with only one room at the far end.

There was no slave in sight. As I stood in front of the door, my gaze fixated on the intricate runic carvings that adorned its surface. Despite my inability to understand their meaning, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the mysterious symbols.