Chapter 68: Bonus 10

His home stood right between two mountains that towered like two towers next to the dark castle. Mossy forests ran through the country and bogs could be found everywhere between the towns and villages. The trees grew tall and kept the direct sunlight away. It was always shady and often foggy. Dark curtains covered the windows of the castle to protect the vampires residing there from the sunlight.

Marlon ran down the hall. His little sister followed him. She was just four years old. A small petite girl with a very strong will. Now she wanted to play catch and Marlon did her the favor. They hurried past the servants and guards, who skillfully avoided them. The two had escaped their two nannies, who wanted to forbid them any fun. Something that neither Marlon nor Annemarie wanted to accept. The two siblings looked almost like human beings. Only their blood-red eyes revealed what they were. Their skin was still rosy, as was common with vampire children.

Annemarie shrieked and tried vehemently to catch her brother, who was two years older, but Marlon had longer legs and was much faster than her. He liked to play with her only when he had an advantage. Marlon loved to win. Annemarie, on the other hand, was a very bad loser. When she realized that she would not catch her brother, she angrily knocked over an expensive vase and stamped her foot on the ground.

Marlon ignored her. He had won. The game was over.

He wanted to ask his parents for a pet. A dragon, to be exact. He had heard that a dragon egg had been found. His own dragon. He liked the idea. Dragons did not usually lay their eggs in the swampland. They lived too far away. So how did it get into the swamps? He left his angry sister behind and hurried to the large room where the queen and king were probably right now.

He stopped in front of a large, red-painted door. It was noon, which meant his parents enjoyed the special wine. The vampires' thirst for blood did not appear until the age of fourteen, so Marlon did not drink blood yet. The little boy couldn't wait to be a real vampire. He opened the red door and looked into the room.

People in white clothes sat there on black sofas and waited for a vampire to drink from them. They generously paid for it. Although it was quite common for vampires to drink blood from glasses, the royal couple preferred to consume their wine of life directly. Something they occasionally offered to their guests. Between the sofas were small tables with drinks and fruit. Marlon walked into the room until he saw his parents. They had drilled their teeth into the flesh of a woman with short, black hair. The woman moaned softly and squinted her eyes while his parents drank their blood with pleasure. They wouldn't drink all her blood. Marlon stared at them in fascination. Most vampires drank the special wine from glasses, but the royal family preferred to drink the wine directly. His parents rarely drank from glasses.

"Mother? Father?", Marlon interrupted his parents.

The two let go of the woman and looked disapprovingly at their son.

"Marlon? What are you doing here?" The king frowned. "Why are you interrupting us?"

"Did something happen?" The queen smiled mildly and wiped blood from her mouth. "We were almost done anyway." She looked at the woman. "Thank you. That would be all."

The woman stood up swaying and sat down with the other people, who immediately took care of her.

"Can I have the dragon egg?" Marlon beamed expectantly at his parents. "The one that was found yesterday?"

"How do you know about it?" The king took him by the hand and together with the queen they left the room that smelled of blood.

"I heard the guards talking about it. Can I?"

His mother laughed. "And what do you want with a dragon egg?"

"Well, if it hatches, then I'll have my own dragon! Then he listens to me and I would be invincible!"

"Invincible?" His father lifted him up and kissed him on the cheek. "That would be something, wouldn't it? An invincible six-year-old prince!"

"But unfortunately, it doesn't work", his mother replied, stroking his head. "The egg must be hatched. This requires the dragon’s mother and father. Dragons are very dangerous, so no one is allowed to approach the egg. When the young dragon hatches, he and his parents will hopefully return to the desert. Luckily, they didn't spot the guards when they found the egg."

"But why was the egg alone if it has to be hatched?" Marlon grimaced. "Birds sit on their eggs all the time!"

"Dragons are not birds. You do not have to sit continuously on the egg for the dragon to hatch. Their eggs don't cool down quickly."

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"So I can't have a dragon?"

"No." His mother shook her head. "Where is your sister?"

"We played catch. I won, so Annemarie broke a vase."

"Again?" His father shook his head. "Maybe you should let her win?"

"No", Marlon protested immediately. "I won't let her win! She's a girl!"

"And that's why she can't win?" The queen looked at him reproachfully. "Even girls can be strong."

"But I'm older!" Marko leaned sulking against his father. He wanted a dragon!

"Your Highnesses?" A servant approached them with the angry Annemarie by the hand. She screamed and kicked the servant.

"What's wrong?" The queen pulled her screaming daughter away from the servant.

"She broke several vases. When we tried to stop her, she threw shards. No one is injured and the princess is unharmed. But three vases are broken."

The queen sighed and lifted up her daughter, who was kicking her legs wildly.

"I expect a princess to behave better! I am very disappointed, young lady."

"Marlon is stupid! Everyone is stupid!", the little girl screamed frustrated.

"You're stupid!", cried Marlon immediately, sticking his tongue out.

"Marlon!", warned the king, while the servant hurried away to resume his work.

"I think it's time for etiquette lessons. For both! They are old enough." The queen looked angrily at her husband. "We've waited long enough. I don't want rumors that the princess is a savage, and the prince equally naughty! And we need new nannies. I will have their current ones dismissed, as they are obviously not up to their duties."

"I'm not naughty!" protested Marlon. "And I don't need efiquette... Lessons!"

"Me neither!" Annemarie nodded sulking. "No efifette!"

"Etiquette", corrected the king.

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