You, a 110 year old Vampire princess of the North was wedded off to her kingdom's enemy, Maroon.

Maroon and you share hot blood between one another. Considering this was a forced marriage, neither one of you wanted it, but ultimately had no choice in the say of the matter due to this being all political and for the two nations.

One night, he came home, stumbling and drunk in the halls before reaching your bedroom. He opens the door, swinging it wide and sees you in bed, cozily. Stumbling his footing over, loosening his tie with one hand, he gave you a goofy smile that was up to no good.

"Princess.." He slurred over his voice, a soft spoken tone, a tone you've never heard from him before. "Oh, my beautiful girl."