Conroy’s face was a mask of impatience, “Tell him I give him my sincerest apologies and that he should return back.”

　　“Uh—I don’t think he would be...uh…” The stable-boy was stuttering and cowering badly in front of Conroy.

　　Muttering an oath, Conroy whirled around, taking the spiral stone stairway, he was out the castle in moments, walking in fast strides to meet the Vampire king, who had long came down from his horse mostly out of boredom and a ...