Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"She walks in a beautiful posture, like night, with a cloudless sky and bright stars."

The black-haired vampire looked down at the book, his skin was as pale as snow, his beautiful face and elegant posture were like a dream, and the sharp fangs were hidden under the crimson and soft lips. A creature of beauty and brutality, his beauty comes from his demonic appearance and casual but elegant temperament, and his brutality comes from his power beyond the control of human beings, the power of absolute crushing, the power of predators, the bloodthirsty strength.

In another world, the legendary vampire actually exists.

Lan Yan looked at him, and read those two lines of poems slightly and slowly. He felt that maybe if he met such a vampire in his previous life, he would risk his life to sleep with him. He is just a cynical person anyway. The libertine, up and down, doesn't matter.I don't know if it's because he's sick and his mind is dizzy, but his eyes subconsciously showed a bewildered look.

"You wrote it?" The vampire always spoke with a nice and gorgeous rhythm.

Lan Yan smiled crookedly: "How is it possible? It was written by a great poet in our area."

Winston repeated Lan Yan's tone, repeatedly savoring the charm of those two lines of poetry.Then he smiled slowly. "I like it," he said.

You'll love it, Byron's poem is supposed to describe dark creatures, and it's romantic.Lan Yan secretly said.

It took Lan Yan a week to recover and she had the right to get out of bed. The snow had stopped and the sun came out.The snow began to melt. In order to prevent the ice edges and ice cubes on the roof from breaking and hitting people due to melting, the servants had to go up and remove the ice manually.

The morning light is always full of hope, no matter the time of day.

Lan Yan closed her eyes, bathed in the golden light of the early sun, stood in front of the window sill for a while, and then left the room with the little white dog.

When he arrived, the servants in the library hadn't finished cleaning the work, and the paint on the easel was almost dry, and it was put back in its last place—before the wool carpet of Winster's luxurious large desk, which had You can proceed to the next step of painting.

Last time I didn’t visit here at all, there is a huge double oil painting hanging behind the desk, the man in the painting has black hair and black eyes, his hands are on the shoulders of the pregnant wife who is sitting in the red velvet chair and stroking her stomach, both of them With a gentle smile, eyebrows and outline similar to Winster, they should be his parents, the previous true king and queen.Lan Yan discovered the ruby ​​ring on the man's hand. It was the same ring that Winster wore last time when he was painting, and it should have been passed down to him by his father.

Blue smoke travels between the bookshelves, and the library room is burning with a faint fragrance similar to the fragrance of flowers. The vampires read a lot, and there are all kinds of books. I am afraid that in their long and endless lives, reading is the best way to pass the time. things.

The dark red double-layer velvet curtains were opened, because the direction of the sun was opposite to it, the scorching breath could not enter, but the dazzling light was allowed.

Next to the window sill, there is a small mahogany carved piano with a cover, full of tenderness and delicacy of the daughter's home.When Lan Yan was about to walk over to have a look, the vampire came in.

"Good morning, Lan Yan." The vampire's voice was a little brisk, as if it was full of hope in the morning.

"Good morning, Your Majesty." Lan Yan came back to her senses, turned around and asked. "Don't you really need to sleep?"

"No need."

The cleaning servants had all gone out, and only the two of them were left in the library. The light shone in from behind Lan Yan, and there was a clear dividing line between light and dark behind the vampire's desk.Of them, one is bright and the other is dark.

The days of doing nothing are always very boring, but fortunately, Brian brought the governess again, and after painting for Winster, Lan Yan had to learn to read.

"You can come here to read." Winston picked up a cup of steaming black tea and sipped.

"Your Majesty, this is a restricted area during the day." Lan Yan put down her brush and shook her hand.

"Just don't break into their room like last time, but I have told them to keep the habit of sleeping and locking the door." Winster said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lan Yan said.

Leaving the library, Lan Yan walked back to the small courtyard on the right side of the castle alone. The journey was very quiet. The curtains in the corridors and halls were drawn down, and even the sound of footsteps was absorbed by the soft carpet. No one dared to disturb these white people. A sleeping vampire.

Lan Yan's progress is very fast, he can read by himself in a short time, and he can also write well, he is always good at following the kung fu of gourd painting.

The cold winter is finally over. When everything is recovering, Pure White Castle seems to be tense. The servants are cleaning up the rooms that are usually unoccupied. Even Brian has purchased a lot of food. Blue Smoke I heard him say that he had talked to the circus and the opera, they were rehearsing, etc...

"Minian? Is something going to happen?" Lan Yan asked. After one winter, he grew taller.

"The coronation ceremony of the new Prince Bruch will be held here. When the time comes, the thirteen clans will gather together. They need to prepare a lot of things." The two of them and a dog sat on the green grass back to the sun, watching the vehicles The horse-drawn carriage brought in barrels of fine wine, flour, sugar, tea and other ingredients.

Lan Yan's heart moved, and she asked, "Will there be many people?"

"Should it be? The transposition ceremony of the blood clan adults can only be held once every few hundred years, and at most every thousand years. Although we have never seen it before, but look at Brian's posture of trying to fill up the castle's storage room, It will definitely be very grand," Minian said. "I came here to work, and I have never seen the thirteen clans gather together. Many of them live in simple places in their own territories and rarely travel far. It should be our honor to witness this grand ceremony. pleasure."

Lan Yan closed the book and put it aside. "Then when will it start?" No wonder I haven't seen Winster much these days.

"We're on our way." At night, in Winster's study, Meg handed some letters to Winster. "They have been notified that the duel date is set for fifteen days later. After the outcome is determined, the coronation ceremony of the new prince will be held immediately."

"Where's Becky?" Winster picked up the red wax with a patterned coat of arms on the letterhead with a paper knife.

"Already started," said Meg.

Becky is the widow of Lambert, the previous Prince of Bruch. She has been pregnant for six months. She is Lambert's widow. Except for Winster, no one else knows about her pregnancy. After the thirteen clans gather, Winster will take this opportunity to publicly announce the identity of the child in her womb. This is the last son of the previous prince. Under normal succession , the new prince has the right to protect the children of the previous prince from being harmed, and if something happens, he needs to be responsible for it.

Winston looked at the letterhead intently, and Meg bowed to leave, but hesitated to speak.

"What else do you want to say?" Winston didn't raise his head.

"Your Majesty." Meg prepared. "Aren't you being too indulgent with that child?"

"What's the matter? Did he bother you when he entered the restricted area during the day?" The oil painting that Lan Yan painted for Winster was finished and completely dried, and it hung behind Winster's desk—beside a huge oil painting, Like a miniature version, the black-haired vampire leaned noblely in the plush chair, staring proudly at the visitor.

"That's not true. My sleep quality hasn't declined yet. It's just that he is Bai Ling after all, just a blood slave. You'll make him forget his identity." Meg thought about it, feeling that His Majesty was a little too much for the child Pampered, recently invited an equestrian teacher, bought him a pony, and kept it alone next to the horses used for pulling in the stables.

Winston put down the letter paper, and looked at Meg with a calm tone. "You don't have to worry about that."

Meg's cold sweat instantly overflowed her brow, and her gaze was as heavy as a heavy weight, forcing him to lower his head, bend his waist, or even kneel down.

"I have my own measure." The black-haired vampire said softly.

"Yes," said Meg.

"Get out," Winston said.

Meg quit the study, closing the door softly.A human's lifespan is but a blink of an eye for a vampire, Bai Ling. During his life, if any vampire falls into a mania of world-weariness again, he will die as the antidote.No matter how interesting that child is, what is the use of His Majesty doing this?

With the arrival of warm spring, everyone took off their heavy cotton clothes, and the lights in the library were dim but bright enough.

Lan Yan lay barefoot on the beige long-haired carpet next to Winster's desk and flipped the pages of the book. He was wearing black knee-length shorts and a white silk long-sleeved shirt. His long silver hair was loose and greasy. The calf swayed from time to time according to the owner's emotions, and there was a plate of delicate snacks beside him. The big white dog slept next to him in a ball, and occasionally raised his head, tongue licking off the crumbs of the snacks he dropped.

Jerome Fergus Torredo summoned up his courage and pushed open the library door.

Lan Yan raised her head, saw him, then lowered her head again, and turned a page, now he was not as nervous when facing Torredo as before.

"Night, good evening." Torredo said.

"Good evening." Lan Yan replied.

"I want to apologize for what offended you before." The blond curly-haired vampire said awkwardly. He stood a little far away from Lan Yan, because he had been warned that he would not dare to approach him casually.

"Oh, forgive you, as long as you don't do it again." Lan Yan said indifferently.

"I apologize to you with sincerity!" Although he was a servant, he was from a high-ranking nobleman after all. For Lan Yan's ignorance, Torredo felt a little insulted.

"I received it." Lan Yan raised her head. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

He suppressed the sense of humiliation in his heart, and said in embarrassment: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you again."

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Note: The verses belong to the great poet Byron!