It was early in the cold morning. The ballroom is packed with tables and chairs as well as food and wine, not to mention a huge jar of blood for the vampire guests. The servants are everywhere in the castle with trays of something in their hands.

“Rosamund, wake up.” I said softly, brushing a finger on her cheek.

Her eyes opened instantly, “It’s time, isn’t it?”

“Happy birthday, my sweet rose.” I smiled

“Thank you, mother.” She sat up and hugged me tightly.

I helped her get ready for the day. She went to the tub for a relaxing dip. I scattered rose petals in her bath as well...