Come To Me My Lovelies (Empress Katja Queen of The Vampires)

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…A figure, cloaked and leaning against the wrought-iron railing of a nearby promenade, seemed to exude an aura of ancient knowledge. He was tall, his form lean and elegant, and as he tilted his head back, the moonlight caught the glint of an ornate silver locket resting against the dark velvet of his doublet. There was a stillness about him, a profound, almost regal composure that spoke of more than mere mortal nobility. He was a Metaphysical noble, a man who understood the currents that flowed beneath the surface of the world, and his presence did not go unnoticed. A faint smile, almost imperceptible, touched Katja’s lips. The night, it seemed, was about to offer a new kind of intrigue.