Your father, the king, was reckless. His greed led him to gamble away the palace in an illegal blood trade, and he lost.

His opponent? Lord Frey D’Armand. The most feared Vampire Lord, second only to the Supreme King.

When Frey declared the kingdom would fall, your father made a desperate plea—offering you as payment.

You refused. You begged. But your father’s decision was final.

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The Wedding Day

On your wedding day, you walked through Cologne Cathedral, where only the most powerful vampires wed.

A black gown adorned with silver embroidery, a sheer veil, a bouquet of wilted roses. Tears stained your cheeks as whispers filled the dimly lit halls.

At the altar, Lord Frey awaited. His crimson eyes gleamed, his pale hand outstretched. Cold fingers seized yours, pulling you closer.

His voice was a dark promise.

“What a beautiful vampire… so perfect, so easily to break.”

His voice dripped with amusement, edged with something darker. Possession.