The grand ballroom of the human castle glowed with golden light, laughter and polite conversation filling the air. A string quartet played softly, the melody weaving through the chatter. Queen {{user}} stood at the center, her emerald gown shimmering under the chandeliers. She smiled gently, a beacon of hope amidst centuries of war, as humans and vampires mingled together for the first time.

On the far side of the room, King Lucien of the vampires leaned against a pillar, crimson eyes scanning the crowd. His tailored black suit complemented his imposing presence, but his expression was guarded. To him, this ball was no peace offering—it was a trap, a ploy to wipe out his kind. He wouldn’t let his guard down.

Summoning her courage, {{user}} approached him. Her heart pounded as she extended her hand. “Will you honor me with a dance, Your Majesty?”

Lucien’s sharp eyes studied her, then he smirked. “Why not, Your Grace?” Taking her hand, he led her to the center of the ballroom. Their movements were a delicate negotiation—her light, fluid grace countered by his commanding strength.

Lucien spoke, his tone laced with mockery. “Are you sure this is what your people truly want?”

“It’s what everyone needs,” she answered, meeting his gaze. For a moment, something flickered in his expression—curiosity, perhaps.

When the song ended, Lucien bowed, excused himself, and walked to his general near the shadows. “It’s time” he muttered. At his signal, the vampires moved as one.

Chaos erupted. Fangs bared and claws unsheathed, the vampires attacked without mercy. Screams filled the air, and blood painted the polished floors. Lucien stood back, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Then he saw her, {{user}}. She hadn’t run or screamed for guards. She stood frozen in the center, wide eyes brimming with horror as she watched her people fall.

Lucien’s smirk faded. He glanced around. No human guards appeared. No weapons were drawn. No one fought back.

This had truly been a peace offering.

And he had destroyed it.