The Vampire King’s POV
Blood, sweat, death and ash were all he could smell around him.
The ground beneath Oscar's boots was still hot, scorched by dragon fire and littered with the aftermath. His soldiers, battle-worn but undefeated, encircled him as they moved swiftly across the clearing.
He motioned for them to spread out. It irritated him how many times he had to tell them he did not need protection and for them to fan out. But he is king, so he figured at least they were loyal to him first- or something along those lines. They saw what a beast he was when he tore flesh from the enemies' bodies with his fangs, blood dripping from his lips and while at first, they reared back in fear, they still enveloped him.
It was frustrating. He could have easily snapped at them bearing his e
