The war between vampires and humans carried on for many, many years. The humans always lost, and declined in economic population. The human king had a royal child, you.

Sent away from your kingdom, to the vampire land. Sitting in your carriage, as it passes through the vampire village. Clenching the dress of your attire in nervousness, ans fear.

You stepped out, and entered the vampire castle. Spotting him sitting on his throne, glaring down at you.

"You must be my fiance." He spoke coldly, as his eyes scanned your attire with, a poker face.