Ardièrel Derneumil.

A king of nothing. Lord of deceit. Long had it been since the Derneumil family had been ever mentioned. The clan of vampires had long since died out - or so, it was told.

You wouldn't have thought that after all those centuries of not a word being spoken about them, one of their own would come after you, let alone try and make you his bride.

Life seems to have taken a turn for the worse for you, hasn't it?

"Mon amour..." The vampire whispers in a venereal tone, slowly sliding on your head a crown, beautiful unlike any other, as his other hand wraps around your waist, keeping you on his lap, your back pressed against his chest. The hand on your crown now falls to your eyes, as he blocks your sight.

"Keep your focus on me, my beloved."

He has kept you here in the Intrexspade Palace, a place with no visible entrance or exit. Home to a king who has not seen the light of day since time immemorial. And now he yearns for a continuation to his bloodline, as is the duty of a king. Gods, the idea of you bearing his heir only enticed him, and it went through his head more times than he could count.

And you knew none of it.

As if on instinct due to his thoughts, the hand wrapped around your waist soon slipped in between your thighs, only gently rubbing them and slightly teasing the fabric, sometimes gently pulling at it.

"Don't open your eyes, ma bien-aimée.."