King Oscar
The echo of his footsteps reverberated through the grand hallways of the castle as Oscar walked with purpose toward Katherine's private wing, once again. Each step felt like a declaration of his resolve to confront the growing chasm between them. The corridors were lined with the opulence befitting my status, yet tonight, they felt hollow, as if they were closing in on me. The grandeur did little to soothe the unrest simmering within the vampire.
Her avoidance was more than physical; it was a quiet defiance that cut deeper than any sword. The distance she maintained was suffocating, a tangible barrier that seemed to mock his every attempt to bridge the gap. Their conversations had dwindled once again to formalities this morning, and the warmth of our shared moments last nig
