The night finally arrived reluctantly and two women walked out of a shabby nearly downtrodden building, which had nothing to hide because the sorrow and poverty had been puking out of each window.
"How are we supposed to travel to the palace?"
Agnes inquired upon seeing nothing in front of their house whereas the whole town had been approaching the castle in lavish carriages.
No wonder every single woman of the kingdom took this opportunity to dress up and doll up in various colours, all the efforts were done to snag the attention of the noble blood king in order to conquer his heart.
"Oh, don't worry about that."
Margaret walked out behind her with all her attention fixated on the neckline of the dress which had been exposing her cleavage in a seductive way.
Agnes frowned in a complaining gesture and followed her friend's movement of hands while Margaret pushed her breasts upwards to give them a defind exposure within that pink dress.
"Isn't that….quite a low neckline?"
She hesitantly questioned the woman standing besides her while Margaret winked at Agnes and repeated the same task.
"That's the trick, my love."
Agnes stared at the petite lady clad in pink silk dress having stones around the belt of the dress with a plain heavy flair which brushed against the ground.
"Don't tell me you are planning to seduce some count there. Are you?"
Although Agnes knew the answer but silently prayed her hunch to be false, she had never regarded Margaret as a temptress but was also aware that she was desperate to uplift her living.
"Tsk tsk, why are you grouchy with whatever I do?"
Margaret pursed her lips and rolled her eyes upon her words while Agnes patted her shoulder gently as to make it up to her.
"Okay, okay. Don't be so grumpy."
Agnes pouted faking angry expressions while folding her arms over the chest.
"Although you didn't tell me how am I looking."
Margaret giggled softly with a smug expression as she praised the beauty standing in front of her.
"You are looking drop dead gorgeous ready to set every vampire count's heart on fire!"
Although her words were absolutely true since the maroon shaded velvet dress suited Agnes as if it had been sewn after she wore the cloth.
Her red hair created a perfect fiery combination with the dress and an eye feasting contrast with her clear skin and faint freckles.
"Oh no, I'm not aiming to garner any sort of attention of anyone. It's just an adventure and food, remember?"
Agnes completely shoved back her words reminding her friend that they both had a huge difference between them nad the other women of the town, who had been aiming to find a suitor in the ball to marry or to date...or perhaps to become a blood pet to a rich count!
If Agnes had any idea that she was already the most awaited guest by the king himself and did not require the attention of any measly count when Lord Cyrus was willing to meet her in person!
"Look, the carriage is here."
Margaret flung her arm out to point out at the carriage which was pretty much decent for both of them to look presentable.
"Did you rent it? Like seriously?"
Agnes didn't know that Margaret had been investing into their adventure diligently because to her it was nothing more than a 'one night fling' and the whole mirage would vanish the very next day.
"Why not? Now get in, we are already late for some delicacies."
Margaret hopped in as a snowflake fell on Agnes' nose while the woman looked heaven wards and inhaled sharply.
"You shouldn't have picked silk, only a fool would chose that in this weather."
She made a remark on Margaret's deess who had been wrapping her shoulders and neck with a woollen scarf by now while Agnes was pretty much comfortable in her wisely selected velvet.
"Yeah, I know."
Margaret snarled at her but then smiled by sticking her tongue out making Agnes irritate.
The carriage drove both of them towards the castle passing through the empty streets and closed shops, no wonder the town was nearly empty because the rare opportunity of attending a ball.
'I just hope everything will go fine.'
Agnes prayed in her heart clenching her fist over the chest while her eyes were darted towards the glimmering castle which had been growing closer now.
"We have reached ladies."
The man informed them and they both crept out if the carriage managing the hem of their dresses while the resplendent Belle Morte stood in front of their drooling eyes!
"Oh heavens!"
Margaret responded to the beauty of the historic moment and the ceremonial decorations while they both stepped inside passing through the grand entrance of huge gate.
As soon as Agnes took her first step into the castle the walls sensed the presence of someone 'unusual' and 'forbidden' while the vampires could only smell human blood and temptation.
Meantime in the bed chamber of king Cyrus the man had been sitting on the huge bed with his legs crossed but immediately opened his eyes.
"She is here!"
His sharp fangs shone brightly as he unleashed his red wings while Cyrus' orbs glowed with thirst.