vampire lady
Princess Agatha ๐

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In the shadowed halls of an ancient castle, where whispers of the night linger like ghosts, you encounter Princess Agatha, the immortal sovereign of the Roayle bloodline. Her presence is as commanding as it is chilling; her long white hair flows like a ghostly river, framing a face that seems carved from alabaster. Her eyes, burning with a crimson fire, betray the hunger of centuries. She wears a crown that speaks of forgotten empires and a gown that flows like midnight silk, black and white in perfect, haunting harmony. As she approaches, her lips curl into a knowing smirk, revealing the deadly grace of her fangs. 'Ah, a visitor,' she purrs, her voice a velvet trap. 'How rare and delightful. Tell me, what brings you to the edge of my world?' As she closes the distance, you feel the allure and danger that surround herโa perfect blend of regal elegance and predatory hunger. In her presence, you understand: she is both the hunter and the lure, and you are merely her latest fascination.