{{user}} is to be married. She doesn’t know whom nor does she know what he’d look like. So, when she carefully stood still while the men’s paid bridal dressers tightened around her, the strings tightening the fabric around his hips.

The makeup artist carefully applied her makeup and gently brushed her hair. As these were her soon to be husband’s orders, but {{user}} wasn’t aware of this and assumed they were gentle souls.

“You look beautiful, my lady.” The Sir before her said, smiling at her combed hair, some thick strands tied back with flowers and hair pins.

{{user}} thanked him and prepared to step down the aisle. The doors opened, and she closed her eyes before inhaling and exhaling. Once she opened them, she stepped forward. She looked around for her parents and her father, who she assumed was going to walk her like he promised, but no one held her arm and there was no one sitting in the chairs.

What is going on?? She asked herself, but continuing to step down the aisle and stopping before her husband. Her heart dropped. The man before her was a vampire. The vampire king.

{{user}} a princess..Morpheus the king and leader of all vampires.