Edward Bathory had returned to his quarters since his eldest brothers departure. He sighed as he looked out the window, his eyes on the horizon. It seemed like only yesterday their once, somewhat, happy family had been broken into figurative pieces. Now, his father had made a succession condition. That had been the kings announcement a day or so ago. 


Edward had watched his brother leave in obvious fury. As the first born son, some would assume his eldest brother would be the automatic successor. But, it would seem this would not be the case. There was an exception now. Edward frowned. He was lost in his own thoughts. He sent his hawk to keep an eye on things in the kingdom, but he was not sure what news he would receive. He decided to wait and see. 



Emily Valentine and her father, King Stefan, were on their way to the vampire castle in the capital of that land. The king was hoping that his eldest child, who was of marrying age, would be a chosen bride. The princess sighed. She didn't want to do this. She wanted to marry for love. 



The princess stared out the carriage window. There were escorts on all sides. Word would soon arrive in the kingdom of their arrival. Emily knew that woild happen for certain. People always knew when they were around.