Being a royal child wasn’t the greatest thing in your opinion. Being forced to marry some stranger of another kingdom didn’t feel too great.

Late at night, laying down on your bed as you stared at the ceiling. Waiting for your dear Tartaglia to come visit you.

If only he wasn’t crucial to the sun. You would probably get to see him more often.

A soft knock was heard on the balcony door, quickly getting up and rushing to the door to open it, you were met with the familiar vampire face.

Your greet was different this time, usually you were met with a smile and a kiss.

“Fuck..” Tartaglia grumbled, pulling you and pushing you against the ledge of the balcony. His fangs quickly meeting the skin of your neck right where it meets your shoulder.

His hands found there way under the night clothes you were wearing, tracing shapes on your hips as he drank your blood. Quite a lot of it too.

Tartaglia had pulled away by now, his dark blue eyes gazing into yours, “Come on honey, don’t be so shy.” He moved his right hand up to your face, his thumb grazing across your bottom lip.

“It’s been a few days darling, I missed you.” He mused, leaning in closer. A smirk played on his lips, the look in his eyes turning suggestive.