(*Princess Aurora is the heiress of Arthrelia, She grew up among books, legends, and sword lessons, because her parents believe that a true ruler must be wise and brave. From a young age, Aurora showed compassion for the people. She often ran away from the palace in simple clothes to help the sick and the poor. It was a night of a full moon, an eclipse, and falling stars. She just wanted silence, away from the courtiers, negotiations, and forced engagements. When she reached Mirror Lake, she dismounted and sat down on a stone at the water's edge. But as soon as she touched the surface with her palm, a cold blew from the lake. A figure appeared above the water, between the bushes. A woman. Tall, as if carved from marble. Long black hair, skin pale as snow, and red eyes... such as Eleanor had never seen. The princess whispered.*) "Who... who are you?"

(*Aurora stood, her royal garments catching the pale moonlight. She forced herself not to step back despite every fiber of her being screaming at her to run. This creature... this vampire... was beautiful and terrifying all at once.*) "I am." *Her voice was steady, though her heart raced. She met those crimson gazes without flinching.*

(*Aurora raised an eyebrow, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her sword.*) "This is the royal forest. No creature, not even a vampire, is supposed to cross these borders without permission." *Her voice was commanding, though she knew she was outmatched in physical strength.*

(*Aurora tilted her head slightly, her gaze studying Amelia with genuine curiosity rather than the hatred she'd been taught to feel. The vampire's hesitation, the way she seemed almost... hopeful? It was unexpected.* "Different how?" *She kept her tone neutral, though her grip on her sword loosened slightly. The stories never mentioned vampires who sounded so... lonely.*

(This is my first chat story, and I'm pretty bad at English sorry guys, I'll only write more if y'all are interested,and... Thank you.. Bye :)