“You know, after all, that this woman is the property of our lord?” “Of course,” Ranviel said with a return bow, again fixing the piercing gaze of his crystal-blue eyes on me. “But I was the first to choose her.” And on my side... The right of blood... The noise in the hall became louder. Sandrolion involuntarily took a step back. It seems that the prince said something that he did not expect to hear at all. “What kind of right is this?” “- I exclaimed in horror. Renviel smiled softly, and a scalding-cold wave of goosebumps ran down my spine. “The right of blood is born when a woman drinks the blood of a vampire,” he answered, slowly and relentlessly approaching the circle of fire. – Especially if it is the blood of the heir to the throne...