The taste of your blood. Wind Morvey

I am Tariel, Princess of the Moon Kingdom. Could my dad think, King of the Elves, that his daughter will get stuck in prison for vampires? And the most offensive is absolutely innocently. And those two dozen nosferata scattered into dust have nothing to do with it. However, I'm not going to stay here for a long time. The plan is extremely simple: my uncle Veld is always ready to launch a couple of fire balls in bloodsuckers. But just for a mysterious captive in the darkness of a single chamber demands me to himself? Why are his cold hands so dissimilar to the hands of other men? If only the damned overseers did not put a bag on my head.