A Vampire's Poet, A Lover's Curse

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…A profound sadness washed over her, a grief for the human life that had been so brutally extinguished. She was Katja, yes, but she was also something more, something darker, something bound to this ancient king by a love she couldn’t yet comprehend, a love that felt like the most beautiful, most terrible curse. She looked at Vladislaus, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering devotion, and a chilling realization dawned. Her eternity had begun, and it was a gilded cage, built with the bricks of his eternal love and the mortar of her stolen humanity. The poet within her wept for the sun she would never feel again, a silent lament in the heart of her immortal night.