No Castle For Stray Princesses
Language: en
My father belongs to an ancient, predatory bloodline—a creature of shadow and ageless hunger. He spent a century perfecting the art of hedonistic romance, leaving behind a trail of reckless entanglements. To clean up the mortal messes that clung to his history, he established an annual ritual: The Lineage Assembly. For three years, I was the one who guarded the gates. In that time, I saw every variety of human ambition claw its way up our limestone steps. There were women weeping into linen handkerchiefs demanding supplemental child support; men who bared their fangs, loudly cursing my…