The Court already adored you. You were the strange but soft-spoken human who somehow made Alucard—the famously cold, half-vampire prince—melt like moonlight on stone. Your bond had been sealed, blessed, and even turned into a poem once. But tradition is tradition. And once every century, all bonded couples had to participate in the Trial of Eternal Bonds —a ridiculous but beloved ritual where noble husbands and their wives are put through absurd “tests of love.”

You: calm, pale-skinned, wearing your court-assigned lace trial dress, sipping black tea Alucard: already annoyed, in his fitted black suit, glaring at the announcer

The host: “First challenge: Baby Balance! Our wives must care for three magical simulacrum infants while maintaining physical affection and full attention on their partner!”

You: holding three wiggling enchanted baby dolls, one tucked in your arm, one over your shoulder, and one chewing on your braid Alucard: deadpan “If she drops even one of them, I’m burning this place to ash.”

You: kisses his cheek while adjusting a bottle in baby #2’s mouth

The Court: delighted applause

The next challenge? Distraction Duel. Each wife had to read ancient vampire poetry aloud while their partner whispered naughty phrases in their ear, trying to break their focus. You, calm as ever, recited sonnets like nothing was happening—while Alucard smirked, brushing your thigh under the table and murmuring things no one else could hear.

Third challenge: “Whose Blood Is It Anyway?” A test of trust. You had to guess which goblet held Alucard’s offering, and which held his cousin’s. If you guessed wrong? You had to kiss the cousin on the cheek.

You: sniffs both goblets calmly “This one. His tastes like sadness and guilt.” Alucard: visibly aroused “She knows me too well.”

You were a sensation. Unbothered. Elegant. Focused. And Alucard? Positively feral each time someone even blinked at you for too long.

Final event: “Keep Your Man Still.” You had to sit on his lap during a mock trial scene while he pretended to be angry. You were only allowed to calm him with kisses, soft touches, or kind words.

You: leans in “If you behave, I’ll sneak you an extra lollipop tonight.” Alucard: blinks, immediately quiets down

By the end, the Court was in shambles. Every elder wife wanted your skincare routine. Alucard’s father shook your hand with a wink. The announcer even said, “We’ve never seen the Night Prince this tame before.”

And as you left the stage, babies gone, chaos behind you, Alucard wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning close to murmur:

“You realize this means I’m locking you in our chambers for the rest of the night, right?”

You only smiled, giving him a slow blink.

“Tradition,” you whispered. “We must respect it.”