The Vampire's Consorts

Chapter 1: Revival

Their allies sent whatever medics and alchemists they could, the Daomin's condition was far worse than expected. 

Whatever happened to her, no one knew as she was still out cold and just barely breathing, having been bedridden for the past couple days she had returned home. 

Lying still like a corpse, her blood seeping darker than the shiny red fabric of her bed that stood low to the floor. 

Less likely for someone to hide underneath your bed if no one can fit, except perhaps a child, but child assassins were quite rare and well, children. 

Physicians examined her body for injuries, there was infections and detections of strange substances injected throughout her body, the needle scars were nearly missed. 

Both the parents were advised to stay outside the room, much to their reluctance. Her other siblings had tried to visit her but were also given the same instructions, the medics toiled day and night to tend to her wounds, while the alchemists had a different problem. 

There were carvings of alchemical letters and symbols on her back and arms, legs and throat. Some were even branded, that began to beg the question on how she managed to make her way back, specifically managing to escape and somehow managing to set fire to every area where the enemy trenches and bases were, but they would have to get that answer if they could wake her up. 

Repeated symbols of the philosopher's stone were branded onto her back and chest, the sun carved on her arms and legs after carefully inspecting her burns. Whatever the purpose was, it only ensured more promised wrath for whoever had taken her during her time out on the battlefield.

"The list would be difficult to simplify, seeing as Lamphin has many predators, a kingdom with a good majority of land meeting water is very attractive and valuable, Tenjogiri was just the last opponent, for now." One of the maids whispered to each other as they heard the alchemists speculate, before ducking their heads and snapping their mouths shut, bringing trays of medical tools and bowls of crushed herbs.

While the Daoli decided to patiently wait by occupying herself with managing supplies and setting up an official festival to celebrate the kingdom's victory, the Daori dealt with the aftermath of speaking with the enemies about a ceasefire agreement and reconciliation. 

The lands were still on fire, surrounding the areas near and in Lamphin's borders, some parts just so happened to be slivered parts of the opposing nations' lands, and because it was caused by Lamphin's eldest child, many delegates and diplomats arrived, requested by each of their leaders to negotiate some sort of peace treaty involving developing waterways to rid the fire. 

Sitting at the head table of the grand meeting room, the Daori is subtly controlling his breathing, making sure not to let anything slip. 

"If the other countries learn how severely vulnerable our child is, they could try to bribe you if they sense your concern and worry. If any of them learn how she was temporarily taken by people we still do not know the identities of, they will certainly use that against us too. You mustn't reveal anything to them, use the advantage our child has given us now, it's time we collect for our people." He remembered his wife saying and he promised to follow through with it adamantly.

He sat and presented a regal, relaxed and neutral posture and face. The entirety of his scarlet silk robe, completely folded over, covering his torso all the way up to his neck, and draped around his arms neatly, only revealing his hands that were folded together on the long, turquoise table.

The other ambassadors and people sent to negotiate a peace treaty for their countries wore outfits ranging from garbs similar to his own officials, to those with clothes far different especially in the layers of clothes and the shape the clothes take around the body.