Virlaq Kingdom

9

Silver sat up in bed, breathing heavily, recalling the events of the dream he just had. He looked around him, unsure of whether it was dream or reality.

Everything was the same in his room in the castle. The bed, the chairs, the nightstand, the bathroom door, the balcony, everything seemed real.

Suddenly unable to breathe, he took a shaky foot and reached it out into the cold, castle air. The freshness of it energizing him, he decided to throw aside his covers and take a walk.

The first step out of his room was a daunting one. He winced the moment his bare feet made contact with the smooth, cold floor; but after a while, he found it refreshing again and the sweat that had been dripping on his forehead and nose were gone. He walked along the hallways that still had lit chandeliers and candles, making sure not to venture anywhere near the dark.

On his walk, he thought back to the dream he had.

He was sure those were his parents he saw; Silver wasn't a common name and something in his gut told him the two people he saw-- Bridgette and Michael-- were his parents.

The thing that made him unsure about it was that his father looked like a vampire. He had the fangs and the eyes of a vampire. His complexion was fair and he carried himself the same way that Prince Nicholas did.

Except it was clear from the dream that his father hated vampires. And it was obvious that Silver wasn't a vampire. Sure, it's possible that he's not human, but there's no way he's a vampire. He would've realized it by now. Besides, his name is Silver literally because of his father's hatred for vampires. Or so his father said in his dream.

Then again, it was all just a dream. He could've simply imagined it. But Silver had a feeling that was impossible. Living most of his life in the same place doing the same thing every day, he would never have that much of an imagination.

Not to mention everything seemed so real. No matter how rude and coarse his father seemed, he couldn't deny the fact that he desperately wanted to reach out and hug the man. He wanted to hold them both, to talk to them, not just for answers but because he genuinely wanted to be with them. Just smell what they smelled like and feel if their hands were soft or rough. He just had this strong urge to know them, and that's how he knew they were really his parents.

Soon Silver reached a large brown door. It had no engravings and didn't fit very well with the aesthetic of the rest of the castle.

He decided to try his luck and turned the door handle. He was introduced to a lounge-type area. It was a tiny room that Silver guessed was used to be a storage of something similar.

The room was carpeted with a plush purple material. There were a few blue bookshelves lining the walls and a desk sat in the corner with a swivel chair next to it. Two green bean bags were in the other corner and a black armchair sat across the room from the door.

"I thought you might be joining me, Mr. Chase," said a tired voice.

Silver's head whipped to a bookshelf on the left side of the room, where the king himself stood, reading the jacket of a book he had picked up.

He wore a black suit, which was odd since Silver assumed it was probably about 4 o'clock in the morning. The king was barefoot like Silver, however, showing off his perfectly groomed toes. He also wore a simple silver crown on his head that was much smaller than the first Silver had seen him in.

It was then that he realized all of the silver in this castle was probably fake, including the crowns and the silverware, since vampires can't touch pure silver without it burning them.