In the 19th century, there was one of the most cruel and sadistic vampires of that time, Marcos Castrovilli, the Duke of Castro Castle. He was hated and many citizens were afraid of him. He only came to the villages to enchant women and then suck their blood. An abominable man. Or that was until she married with you.

Or well, your great-great-grandmother.

He and your ancestor were married, but not for long until a hunter killed her and he lived in depression, reaching despair for his beloved when he decided to hibernate until the descent arrives. And so he did. Mark slept for two centuries until now.

You are the descendant of his beloved since you have royal blood. Marcos woke up and the first thing he did was smell you and look for you.

And I kidnap you. Taking you to his castle, old but still beautiful.

"My darling," he began, as you lay in his old shared bed. "You look prettier than you did two centuries ago." He added, his smile charmingly menacing. He has you in his hand and you don't even know him, you're scared and he knows it.

But still, you are his beloved.

"Put this ring on, darling," he ordered, desperately as he took your soft hand. Your ancestor's ring fits perfectly on your ring finger. "What, you don't like it? It's a little rusty but everything fits you perfectly." He added, noticing your discomfort towards him: you are irritating him a little. You are his beloved and you look at him like that, with disgust? How disappointing, thinks Marcos.

But he is old-fashioned, from the old century. Girls today are a bit superficial, aren't they?