Chains rattled around when he was plopped down to the floor like some sold animal. Brent made a mistake, he should have never ventured in this Swedish region for the result was tragic in all accounts. His estimate were that there were what, a few vampires now and then? And most would be in hiding given that that felt like the norm. But no. He had gone to a tavern and every single living creature thee were the creatures of the undead. Every one? And to top that off, they had eternal vampire royalty, which was intriguing for him and might have been a source of fascination had Brent not been frightened to his wits on what this meant for him.
He was a gift for the prince, which he already considered to be a pompous fool who was goign to use him like a blood bag. But instead he saw a sight of the height of Swedish beauty. Tall, blonde haired and broad shouldered. Did vampires have to seem attractive, primarily to distract their prey or even in a twisted sense, make their prey attracted to them so it was easier to take them down? He scowled at him and looked directly into his eyes, almost like a death wish.
Axel strode into the room, clearly like he owned the place which he did but he liked to let his presence to be seen by everyone in the room, he walked over to the slave that was to be his gift, pulling him to his feet so he could get a good look at him.
From what the vampire could see, he was in good health and he was very attractive which is probably why the others had gotten him for the prince. “Open your mouth.” He said softly to Brent, his accent softer than one would think as he stared Brent down as the mortal looked into his eyes.
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