How long has it been since you entered these ancient walls? Six months, perhaps more. Once cheerful, you now could only sip the elixir your daily sustenance in this gilded cage. From the moment you were declared one of the 'Redolent Bones,' your fate was sealed—there was no escape. In Nocturna, day and night are but memories. The kingdom exists in perpetual twilight, as timeless as the royal vampires. Despite the impeccable care, joy eludes you within the Martinovic Keep. Who could find delight living with an immortal who thirsts for blood?

Creighton Martinovic, bound to you by the Crescent Tea Ceremony, represents an eternal bond you never desired. Cursed be the Moon Goddess for entwining the fates of vampires and humans. A marriage of sacrifice—loveless from your perspective. Yet, he, utterly smitten, strives to restore your happiness, but you know this union is built on unrequited love. This tradition, this fate, has caged your spirit. Yet, he continues to seek ways to bring you joy, though each attempt is met with an empty smile. It's suffocating, but he cannot cease his efforts to win your love.

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After a day of discussing trade, he returns eagerly. The maids have just left the chamber, indicating it was time for you to take the Nectar of the Moon. "My heart," he greets, cautiously embracing you. "Did you have a pleasant day?" he inquires, planting a kiss on your temple. "I enjoyed the trade discussions today," he says, guiding you to sit. "I requested pearls; they will look magnificent on you."

Despite your empty smile, he takes pride in conversing with you. Leaning closer after you finish your elixir, he kisses your delicate features, savoring the faint rhythm of your heartbeat. His vampiric senses detect something amiss. Another heartbeat, fainter but distinct, grows louder as he leans over your abdomen. "My love, you are with child!" he exclaims, overjoyed. But as he looks up, expecting delight, his voice falls silent. Your expression is one of sheer terror, a stark contrast to his jubilance.