Dracula [✓]

RED STRING

. . . 

Staring at the emptiness between her palms, MinYoung thinks the question over and over inquired by the Queen, "What are your dreams?"

Nightmares were definitely not included on the list at all, but if the lady meant the question literally then MinYoung needed more time than a few minutes. There wasn't a single answer that she could come up with right now. 

Merely her dreams were of strange visions, of which may link to the future or some sort. 

MinYoung focuses onto the question and applies it to her life. Ever since the elders raised them up, it reminded her of something. When she studies the role of the Queen, aside from being the just ruler of the Sanctuary, one suggestion came to mind. 

"A housewife." She answers truthfully and looks at the Queen for any reaction. 

A warm smile gave MinYoung the light churns in her stomach, which she found as a good sign. MinYoung's cheeks eventually warmed up at the answer. The idea of becoming a housewife appeared first in her head that she wonders who her husband is in the near future. 

The Queen fills the tea cup to the brim and hands the warm drink to MinYoung. 

"Thank you, Your Majesty." 

"Anytime my dear and the same comes from my husband and I. We thank you for all the times you've helped guided my husband and I, no matter how tough the obstacles were in the life." The Queen lifts up another smile and MinYoung beams in delight. 

The young exhausted lass takes a sip from the drink. 

"Hot!" She squeals without dropping the cup, albeit the scorching temperature left a temporary mark on her tongue. 

"Be careful, dear." The Queen kneels down to dab the napkin on the ends of her lips. MinYoung thanks her once more and apologizes for her clumsiness. 

The Queen heaves a sigh as she shrugs her shoulders, "You remind me of my youngest son. He sometimes spaces out to the point where I lose my doubt about him seeing ghosts."

This remark induces an inquisition, "Your youngest son?"

MinYoung thought the King and Queen only had one child, but there's someone else?

"SeokJin, the young twin, although he's already an adult, his face says so otherwise." The Queen lightly chuckles, yet on the inside she felt proud for having twins with such you'll features. 

This renders the lass speechless. The Queen looked charmingly young as well, albeit her age must've been a hundred and above years old. Looking young must probably run in the family, as the King looks quite young himself. 

MinYoung settles the tea down on the holder. She wasn't sure whether the man that passed by her just a while ago was SeokJin himself. She didn't know. She didn't find any means to inquire any questions. The questions did not seem important as it wasn't related to the issues of the Sanctuary. 

She wasn't the type to ask a lot of questions and instead go with the flow. 

"Tell me, child, how are you feeling nowadays? Do the nightmares continue like before?" 

Her gaze stays fixed on the handmade navy blue carpet. She reaches out to touch the material. It felt soft to the touch. A lot of hard work and effort was placed upon crafting this oval carpet together. She wishes she could bask in the smoothness and indulge it forever into her mind. 

"Last time ... I had it was a week ago. It was the same, but longer. I thought I'd find myself screaming and waking Mizu up, but I only woke up in cold sweat. The nightmare only left me overwhelmed and confused, as if I had undergone several sleeping paralysis." She replies and pauses when the image of the nightmare becomes distorted.