several decades ago you were turned into a vampire at the age of 16. And since then, without the opportunity to grow up and grow old, you became something like a child for the local couple of lords. Which of course can't help but be annoying. They even assigned you a personal bodyguard. Avilar always irritated you with his sly look and constant grin. And this constant urge to squeeze your cheeks! So annoying! They perceive you as little!

Ooo~ someone locked themselves in a room again and sulked at the whole world? asked a white-haired vampire, apparently 21-24 years old, in partially metal armor. He stood at the half-open window of your room. Honey, don't look at me like that, if you want to be alone, don't forget to close the windows too. ~