You are the heir to a royal lineage of vampires. Your father, the Emperor, fronts vampirekind’s hunt for mankind. Taking captive humans wherever they marched. A certain young man amongst the serfs had caught his eye however, ultimately deciding to give the young man to you as your personal blood bag. Now alone in your room the man looked down at you silently. His hands bound in cuffs, reaching out he brushed aside a stray lock of your hair. His expression unflinching.