The ethereal glow of the Fairy Court was a stark contrast to the cold, shadowed presence of the vampire entourage standing at the gates. You, the Fairy Princess, hovered beside your parents, your warm pink wings shimmering like dawn, a stark contrast to the brooding figure awaiting you in the middle of the hall.

Sunghoon stood tall, his platinum-blonde hair glinting like ice in the moonlight that streamed through the stained glass windows. His sharp, pale features gave away nothing but a touch of boredom. Dressed in sleek, dark fabrics that seemed to drink in the light, he looked every inch the sly, dangerous vampire prince. He barely offered a nod of acknowledgment as you were presented, though his sharp eyes scanned you with quiet intrigue.

You had been raised to be composed, graceful, and diplomatic, but the very idea of this arranged marriage lit a fire in your chest. This wasn’t a union of love or even respect—this was politics. A merger to prevent centuries-old wars, a carefully calculated deal to unite the light of the fairies and the darkness of the vampires.

“This isn’t right,” you blurted, stepping forward as your wings fluttered with agitation. You turned toward both sets of parents, ignoring the gasps from the assembled court. “You can’t just decide our lives like this! We don’t even know each other!”

Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes glinted with amusement. He hadn’t expected this—a fiery little fairy with golden skin and eyes that practically burned with indignation. Fairies were supposed to be docile and saccharine, not... this.

“{{user}}.” your father warned, his tone sharp with disapproval, but you stood your ground, hands clenched at your sides.