Prisoner of the Vampire King
TRV 2'S. Luccane The Palace's

Flapping the wings of wild birds living in the forest and a swarm of bats that suddenly flew in all directions, became a response when the sound of the explosion of firearms was heard in a row. The forest of darkness that was so quiet and desolate instantly woke up. The occupants were immediately on standby when they realized that a newcomer had infiltrated into the silence of the dark forest.

Among the nocturnal— bird lizards that are active at night, the pace of a girl is getting faster even though stumbling. Blue irises sparkling like clear water staring expectantly at something towering in a radius of several meters. Among the lush trees with dense leaves, her irises could see the building that formed a gate.

“God, please protect me,” the door is full of hope for the second time. He fell down until his feet hurt. However, suddenly his sense of smell inhaled the aroma of salted butter combined with vanilla. Very fragrant and fragrant. Reminds him of Dutch Boterkoek by his mother's hand.

Dutch Boterkoek is an ancient cake from Holland. This cake is also known as Lekker Holland. However, his real name is Dutch Boterkoek which comes from the word “boter” which means butter, as well as “koek” which means cake. Dutch Boterkoek is as fragrant and fragrant as Lucciane's memory.

This sweet snack is perfect for being a tea friend during the afternoon tea party. The fragrant aroma is what makes Lucciane able to get up and walk again. Hurry up to the towering gate ahead there to save yourself.

“Luccane The Palace,” murmured Lucciane as she managed to arrive in front of a towering gate nearly three feet high. He could read a sentence written on the gate. However, Lucciane did not have much time to think as the sound of a firearm bursting again rang out between the silence of the night.

So what Lucciane did was find a way to get into the territory bounded by the high gate. Lucky Lucciane, because it turns out the gate with the iron door was not locked. He could slip in easily. Then the blue iris captures the magnificent building standing right in the middle of the area.

“Lucciane, where are you?!”

The call of the assassins managed to make Lucciane stunned, he had been pensive for a while.

“Whoever, help me,” shrewd Lucciane while using the last remaining energy to run towards the main door in that magnificent building. “Not the door, please!”

The hitmen are already not far from the gate “Luccane The Palace”. Lucciane was of course scared to death. He had no hope anymore, other than to anyone who would open the door and lend a helping hand willingly.

“Please, open the door,” shrewd Lucciane, start to despair.

The owner of the now disheveled golden red mane was no longer strong enough to support his own body weight. As a result he fell sitting in front of the main door of the magnificent Victorian era building. Tears begin to accumulate again in the eye.

Krieeeeett~

Among the despair that surrounded his chest, the creaking of the sound of the door opening managed to make Lucciane raise her gaze. The big door that made Lucciane look like a dwarf was opened. Not only open, it turns out there is a man dressed neatly, a typical black tailcoat suit attached fitting on his tall and strapping body.

“Welcome to Luccane The Palace. I'm Sebastian, butler at Luccane The Palace. Can I help you, beautiful lady?”

The man wearing the black tailcoat suit smiled faintly as he reached out his hand wrapped in white gloves. “Rupanya you are in need of help, beautiful lady.”

Lucciane nodded twice. He unhesitatingly accepted Sebastian's hand. “Please ...aku.”

“I can't help you,” Sebastian replied. His face is quite beautiful with a visual blend of mature men typical of Europe and Asia who are stranded on mainland Victoria. “I can only offer a place to stop by.”

“Please ...they chased me,” shrewd Lucciane while glancing back.

“Then would you like to stop by Luccane The Palace for tonight? they let me take care of.”

Again, Lucciane nodded quickly. Now the most important thing for him was to avoid the hit men his stepmother had sent. Lucciane should have been wary of Sebastian, who was a stranger, but was so friendly to welcome him. However, it should not be immediately bad to think, right? Who knows, Sebastian is a good person and a philanthropist. Butler at Luccane The Palace even offered a place to stop.

“Then go in, beautiful lady.” Sebastian smiled faintly as he pointed Lucciane towards the inside of the magnificent building. “Welcome to Luccane The Palace.”

Quietly Lucciane gulped with difficulty as her barefooted foot clad on the inside of Luccane The Palace's main building. At first glance, the Victorian building is similar to the Balmoral palace built in Crathie, Aberdeenshire, Scotland. The building is dedicated to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. It is no secret that buildings with Victorian or Victorian style are always synonymous with large and magnificent sizes, as well as intricate designs with symmetrical exterior shapes.

“I'll have the waiter take you to the guest room.”

Lucciane looked over, looking at Sebastian. “Then what about those hitmen?”

Sebastian smiled faintly as he looked straight ahead. “Two gatekeepers will take care of them all. You take it easy, beautiful lady.”

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Response 09-12-23