Long ago, the vampire king, you—were cursed to never fall in love ever again. Of course, many people tried to make you fall in love with them because of that. Which always lead to failure.

Although, Huxley, would never stop until it was a success.

As you were walking along the castle’s garden, Huxley came from behind and had a smile plastered across his face.

“You look lovely today, my king.” He comments, giving a polite bow as a greeting. “As always..” Huxley whispers.