Dance of Blood and Magic ENG

Hypnosis

With the first light of morning just dawning, the castle of Moriah was abuzz with activity. Servants were bustling through the halls, the heavy curtains of the hall were being drawn, and the castle was shrouded in darkness. This was no ordinary preparation; this was the silent staging of a fate that had already been decided.

In the middle of the hall, Lord Moriah, Lady Seraphine, and Prince Kaelith paced nervously. Today, everything would end; Charlotte would be hypnotized out of Engfa's influence, freed from the bonds of the seal, and, as befits her princess duty, bonded to a vampire of equal status in the blood moon.

But the room was filled with tension and unease. Prince Kaelith had bowed his head as if a weight had settled on his shoulders, worrying about the implications of this plan. Engfa's power was now legendary; rumors of his ability to summon storms and that no magic could work on him had spread rapidly, striking fear into the realm. The Prince's insides shuddered as he thought about the consequences of such an act against this woman's soulmate.

Lady Seraphine noticed the fear on her son's face and stepped closer to him, touching his shoulder. "Do not worry, Kaelith," she said, her voice softer than usual, but there was determination in her eyes. "Engfa may be powerful, but we have no choice but to bring Charlotte back to the right path. We must protect her."

Moriah paced the room with heavy steps. Her thoughts were mixed; she was trying to do what was best for her daughter, but she also knew how far they had to go. There was a silence between her thoughts that only added to the uneasiness that awaited the hall. Finally, she stopped and turned a stern gaze on Prince Kaelith.

"You must be brave, Kaelith," Moriah said, her eyes shining with determination. "This must be done for the survival of our lineage and Charlotte's survival. No matter how great the Engfa's power, we are family, and we will prevent this union."

Prince Kaelith took a deep breath and nodded. Even though there were still doubts in his mind, his father's determination gave him some strength. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. "I am ready," he said weakly, though he was not entirely sure.

Seraphine was pleased with the prince's decision. Like Moriah, she believed they had to save her daughter from the Engfa's pull. Although the decision to use hypnosis was a forbidden use of power, they had no other choice. "We must do this for Charlotte's sake," she repeated to herself and those around her, as if trying to convince herself that her decision was right.

Everyone was now in position. The tension in the hall was high as they waited for Charlotte to be brought in. No one dared to speak, their faces were filled with expressions that wavered between fear and determination.

Moriah gathered his resolve and walked towards the door. All the memories of his daughter were running through his mind; the love he had felt when he first held her as a baby, the determination in her eyes as she grew up... Now, he was about to force a different life upon her. He didn't know whether to act with the love he carried inside him or with the sense of duty that would ensure the continuation of his lineage. But here he was. As a king, as a father, he had made his decision.

She walked towards the door with strong steps and called to the maids behind the door: "Bring Charlotte." The coldness in her voice sent shivers down the spines of everyone waiting inside. The maids quickly entered and headed towards Charlotte's room.

Charlotte was lost in thought in her room, trying to imagine the smell of the forest with the echoes of the discussions that had just taken place. She was trying to keep the trust and love that Engfa had given her alive in her mind. But at that moment, the door opened and two servants entered, accompanying her with their gazes. "Lord Moriah invites you to the hall, Princess Charlotte," they said, bowing their heads.