The moon sat low on the horizon, casting an ethereal glow, over the castle rosarium as Leon descended the steps leading into the gardens.

Despite the fact dawn was nearing, this had been his daily routine for the past few days leading up to his birthday. Wake up at 4am and greet the sun its rays break across the sky. Today was his twenty-fifth birthday, which was a big deal for the kingdom. Especially because of the ball being held later that night, in order to help him find a suitor that’ll help him rule.

As he strolled through the garden, heading for his usual spot in the gazebo looking over the entire kingdom, an unusual fog began to roll in. The Prince sighed in disappointment, wondering whether this would also mean that he wouldn’t be able to watch the sun rise. But then he heard a branch snap.

Earlier in the week, he remembered overhearing his father talking to the royal guard about Vampires, and how they’ve been making more appearances than usual.

He paused where he was standing, and slowly looked around. The hairs on his arms rose, before he swiftly made his way to the gazebo—knowing he’d be safe there.

But upon arrival, he was met with a crumbled figure, leaning against the railing of the gazebo. An intense gaze found his, just as he tensed and took a small step back—the gravel crunching beneath his feet. Fangs rested snugly on the strangers bottom lip.

In a matter of seconds, he had drawn his silver dagger, holding it to the strangers neck. Silver is lethal to vampires, that much he knew. However, the vampire’s expression remained vague. They pleaded in a soft voice, ‘please help me out’, just as their hand reached out for him.

Though he could see their desperate, he harshly shoved them back against the wall, and let the blade rest against their skin. “Why are you in my garden? State your business.” He hissed in a low voice, leaving no room for kindness.