"It is indeed Punisher's time, my liege,'' one of the well-known scholars within the main castle confirmed. ''Its curse can't be reversed by any known means, Your Grace, and whatever curse it acts on usually comes at a costly price.''
The old king kept pacing back and forth in his spacious office as the scholar talked.
A price?
What other foolish thing did he do because of that low-life from the slums of Earth?
I really need to protect him from that little whore and break whatever spell she has cast on him to be this way?!
Mate my feet! No vampire royal has ever had a human mate! Just how easily did he fall for her trap?!
The old king just couldn't wrap his head around this mystery, and this isn't the future he hoped for his favourite vessel.
That darned human girl was ruining a lot of things and plans!
The old king's gaze fell heavily on the little deadly item that remained unmoved on his table.
