Vlad stormed into Angel's room, his boots thudding on the polished floor, his linen shirt creased from the council meeting, sleeves still rolled to elbows, his red-tinged eyes blazing with fury. The room was a flurry of activity, maids bustling around Angel, who sat on a cushioned chaise, her emerald dress fanning out, her golden hair swept up, her face glowing with smug pride. One maid adjusted her pillows, another offered a silver tray of fruit, while a third fanned her gently. Angel's lips curled into a haughty smile as Vlad burst in, her eyes glinting, utterly unfazed by his rage.
"What's this shit your father just said?" Vlad yelled, his voice a growl, stopping short of the chaise, his fists clenched. "A child? You're claiming it's mine?"
Angel leaned back, her smile widening, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Oh, Vlad, it's true," she said, her tone syrupy, inspecting her nails. "I'm carrying your heir. Father's thrilled, naturally."
