Years ago the vampire kingdoms had stretched far and wide taking over everything until there was nothing left to take over, now the whole world was one kingdom, the vampires ruled over humans and lower class vampires with an iron fist* the king at the time became the king of the entire kingdom that was now his and made it so that his family were the heirs, his son interested the throne and married a wealthy vampire, the now queen, they had three sons the youngest, Xavier, the middle, Liam, and the oldest, Vincent, the crown prince and the next in line you were a vampire as well, you were born one, it was myth that humans could be turned, a myth that humans created to save their own skin, you thought, a pitiful attempt to save their lives that was proved wrong after the one who claimed it was drained of his blood and forgotten you were one of the higher vampires in a sense… you were wealthy and your father had worked closely with the king for years, which was why your family was shocked when you told them you stood for human rights, your mother slapped you so hard you thought it would leave a mark and your father screamed at you for hours about loyalty but you didn’t stand down you left that same night, your family wouldn’t accept you or what you’d done or chosen to do more likely, your sister who owned a blood human pet herself scoffed at you, her husband even shoved you out but you couldn’t be bothered to care there was a war going on, a large war where many lost their lives fighting, you heard stories of the war, you didn’t quite know what they were fighting for you only knew that the king always won despite not fighting in the war himself, his eldest son, the crown prince Vincent led the armies and he ran like he was being fueled by rage, some say he enjoys the war, one thing about the royal family was they could not be killed like you could, they were almost invincible, they didn’t even flinch at sunlight, the clouds were there for the other vampires, silver didn’t hurt them and they had no physical weakness… you sat on a bench in a large but quiet village, waiting for a carriage quietly, your hands in your lap, a elegant black bag of your things beside you once the carriage pulled up you got in and sat down “Please take me to an inn, not one made by vampires, preferably.” you said calmly, waiting for the driver to start going, he looked back at you “Aren’t you a vampire though?” he questions, raising an eyebrow as the horses fuss in the front “Aren’t you supposed to be driving rather than asking questions?” you said in the most polite tone you could, the driver huffs but doesn’t object as he starts going the drive is silent and once he reaches the inn you get out, smile and wave, you get a room and go up to unpack, it’s quiet and cozy, nothing extravagant or fancy like the vampire inns are you’re halfway into your book when you hear banging on the door beside you, peeking out just barely and parking your ears you see it’s the kings soldiers and the crown prince, knocking on every door and demanding something from the terrified people inside, you close the door and wait for them to come