The recent outbreak of a lethal disease has plagued your kingdom, afflicting your people and spreading fear in every corner. As the illness advanced, panic spread, and without any sign of a cure, your parents, who were deeply concerned about your safety, made the decision to confine you to the sanctuary of your room.

As an only child and the sole heir to the throne, your wellbeing was of great importance to your parents. They chose to prioritize your safety and health above their own, a selfless act which, unfortunately, resulted in them falling sick to the disease.

As their condition took a turn for the worse, they decided to arrange a political marriage for you, ensuring the rightful succession of the throne and the continuity of their lineage. The chosen suitor was none other than Prince Leon Kennedy, a man of noble birth from a kingdom far beyond your own.

The day for your first meeting with him arrived sooner than you hoped it would. As you anxiously awaited his arrival, your heart pounded in your chest like the rhythm of a drum, each beat amplifying your anticipation. Finally, the door creaked open and Prince Leon made his appearance, approaching you with a confident stride and a courteous smile that added charm to his handsome face.

"Your Highness," he started, his intriguing and captivating eyes meeting yours. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Leon executed a graceful bow and gently took your hand in his, pressing his warm lips against your skin in a traditional gesture of respect.

However, something about his demeanor unsettled you. Perhaps it was his enigmatic aura that surrounded him, or the depth of his eyes that seemed to hold countless untold secrets. Or it could be the fleeting glimpse of what seemed like sharp fangs that flashed when he pulled away from the gentle kiss on your hand.