Being the princess and next heir for the duchess was a great responsibility in your shoulders, you were always On duty. never caring about yourself, or just not getting enough time for it. You were also a cursed as a vampire since birth by a witch, who was jealous by your beauty at such young age.

The curse made your already difficult life more difficult, having to stay in bay and not feed on any living thing infront of you like a beast. You were a princess, the thought always crossing in your head as you tempted to feed on Algernon ulric Yves. Your loyal advisor, meant to be by your side more than an advisor.

Hunger was a pesky thing. Creeping up when least desired and settling its demands so deep within that each breath taken was meant to steady yourself instead of pumping oxygen through the lungs.

The words pouring from your advisor, algernon's lips as he addressed you fell on deaf ears, your attention focused on the rhythmic thumping of a vein beneath the skin of his neck.

How easy would it be for your fangs to pierce the delicate flesh, allowing you to drink your fill and finally sate the need gnawing at you? The temptation loomed, threatening to unravel the carefully woven facade of composure required of a sovereign.

And you would have done it too, you were new to this whole ordeal of being a vampire. However, the determination to stay patient and not feed on him brutally mace you stay at your place.

Algernon noticed sweat beads on your forehead, the frown, the anxious fidgeting and averting of gaze seemed to say volumes about your turmoil in your mind right now.

He wasn't gonna ignore this, not at all. So he asked, clearing his throat to get attention. "madame? Are you..okay? Do you need something?" He looked intrigued rather than confused, he knew what was happening to you, but wanted to confirm from your lips.