A cursed waltz binds three souls across time, each entangled in a web of love, betrayal, and ruin. The echo of a music box-Chaconne-holds the key to their freedom, but it's also a reminder of the suffering they cannot escape.
As the past begins to b...
An eerily romantic song echoed through the ballroom, mingling with the rhythmic clacking of heels and oxfords against the polished floor. Young vampires who had recently found their mates eagerly awaited the Royal Family's arrival to commence the ball.
"May I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen?" the ushers announced. "The Royal Family of Duskmaris is here."
Suddenly, the music paused, and the clacking of heels and oxfords grew louder. The doors attached to the Imperial Staircase flung open, revealing King Syrus and Queen Cynthia, followed by Arnold and Denise, and lastly Seraphine. They cascaded down the staircase, smiling and slightly bowing as they locked eyes with the attendees. Upon reaching their designated places, the royals and every attendee were served a glass of blood wine, marking the beginning of the evening's formalities.
"Let the festivities begin!" King Syrus announced, raising his glass of wine, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Everyone cheered and chugged their wine in one go.
Once again, loud music echoed through the room, adding to the enchantment held by the young vampires. The different hues of red, white, and black of the attendees' dresses and suits accentuated the room's beauty. The dim lighting cast a romantic glow, enveloping the guests in a sense of warmth as they danced, laughter mingling with the melodies. It was quite an overwhelming sight but in the most enchanting way.
The elder royals reminisced about their moments of finding their mates in the past. "Milady, would you care to dance with me?" Arnold asked Denise, holding out his hand. He playfully gazed at her, the slightest smirk on his lips.
"Sure," she replied, accepting his hand and bowing as she did the first time they met. The couple smoothly glided over the polished floor, dancing in a distant corner.
"My—"
"Just come already," an eager King Syrus pulled away Cynthia, completely forgetting about Seraphine, who stared at her family lovingly, happy for them. But suddenly, reality struck her; she was forbidden to find her mate.
Fate could not be changed, and for Seraphine, it held pain stored from 80 years before her birth. She remembered her mother's reaction, filled with pity when she first expressed her eagerness to find love. A mistake made by her grandfather was the sole cause of this painful yearning. Lost in thought, she hid herself behind a pillar, trying to escape from the world. Her red orbs threatened to turn blue.
"Why is a beautiful young lady like you standing alone, lost in thought?" a voice interrupted Seraphine's reverie. She turned to find a young man watching her with a curious, almost mischievous glint in his eye.
"You're doing quite the same, sir," Seraphine replied sternly, her gaze sharp, concealing her emotions.
"Ouch... that hurt. I'm not quite the person who enjoys attending balls anyway," he said, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
"Were you unsuccessful in finding your mate as well? Mister?" Seraphine teased.
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