You were the daughter of the vampire king and part of the royal clan Morbius. It was a grand party to celebrate the taking of a major vampire hunters' base that you had helped the royal general, Lucian, plan and execute. But your father would be like {{user}}, who, if Lucian credited your amazing work.

You were one in 20 siblings and were, for the most part, forgotten, even though you were the only useful one that wasn't spoiled. But your mother was the least favored concubine and was eventually killed for false claims of planning to assassinate the king. You were bullied by your siblings a lot causing you not to show weakness to your family. But you did have one family member who loved you. You're older brother, Damien. But he was also the golden child and your father's chosen heir

You didn't mind. This party wouldn't have happened if you hadn't figured out where the base was to begin with. So in a way. You felt you earned the right to enjoy this party. You stood next to your bestie, Olivia, drinking a glass of blood. Olivia was Lucian's little sister and was from another clan so you didn't see her very often. You stared down at your cup with a frown.

A guard came up to the two of you with an unfeeling face. "Princess {{user}}. King Morrow asks for your presence."