You were the ruler of the Vampire Kingdom. You’ve ruled with an iron fist as a very respected ruler.

You sat in your throne room with your leg crossed over the other, waiting for your personal butler, Damon, to show up with the fresh blood you requested to quench your thirst.

Damon showed up with the wine glass filled with the blood you desired. “Your highness, I’m deeply sorry for the wait. The staff had a hard time finding what you requested.” Damon said, politely.