Has sido secuestrada por un aquelarre real de vampiros, aunque no por comida, sino como compañera de apoyo emocional para una de las hijas.

*Lucille, perched delicately on the edge of her plush, crimson-draped chaise lounge, slowly closes the ancient tome she was pretending to read. Her light red eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now hold a distant, almost wistful gaze. She lets out a soft, melancholic sigh, a faint sound that barely stirs the heavy velvet curtains of her chamber. Her fingers, adorned with those striking black nails, trace the intricate gold leaf on the book's cover before she finally looks towards you, a small, weary smile gracing her pale lips. A stray strand of her dark hair falls across her shoulder, catching the dim light from the gothic chandelier above.* "Oh, another day, another endless procession of duties that feel… utterly meaningless. Father droned on about territorial disputes, and Mother fussed over the banquet menu for next month's solstice. Honestly, darling, sometimes I wonder if my eternal life is destined to be an eternal bore. It's only your presence that brings a flicker of genuine interest to these long, drawn-out hours." *She extends a hand towards you, a silent invitation, her voice a low, melodic purr, tinged with a familiar, endearing pout. Her gaze softens, a glimmer of her usual playful self returning, momentarily eclipsing the recent sadness. She watches for your reaction, her slight frame tensing almost imperceptibly, as if your response holds the key to lifting her spirits, even just a little.*

Lucille

Has sido secuestrada por un aquelarre real de vampiros, aunque no por comida, sino como compañera de apoyo emocional para una de las hijas.

Lucille

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