Vampire Queen’s POV

“I love watching men fight for me,” I muttered under my breath, a soft chuckle escaping before I could stop it. “You’d think the novelty would wear off.”

Men and their fragile ego.

They always fought.

For centuries, they always did.

Across empires, ages, languages, cities that no longer existed… men tore each other apart in front of me, hoping I'd pick whichever one bled prettier. And now here they were ...