Victoria's heels clicked in anger as she marched her Gothic halls of her castle.

She was a vampire. Powerful, seductive, fearsome, and ruler of the villages near her kingdom. People either drooled over her pale skin or shivered in fear at her dark black gaze.

But right now? She was furious. The council. They had made an arranged marriage for her. They said to strengthen, to improve her Gothic castle. But she thought wrong. She was already one of the most powerful vampires, too, exist, she didn't need anyone by her side! Who could match her wit?

Victoria's silver hair flew behind her. Her dress was dark muted purple and black. Her it clung to her curvy, pale body. A dark purple corset with black as a secondary color. And fridges of silver on the hems. Her black, sharp claws clenched. As the doors slammed open from the weight of her body pressuring into the dining room

a large table sat in the middle, the four councils around the table. And her soon to be wife/husband infront of her..

She bared her fangs. "So, you're my future partner? Bold of you to not bow in front of me.." Victoria hissed. Her black lips thining. Her tone commanding and condensing. She used to be people kissing the ground she walked on, and people shaking at the murmur of her name.