Looking down at you stood the king, Erol, at the foot of the throne and in front of you. You looked up to him as your fangs bared, hissing. you were a vampire after all... The king looked down at you before kneeling down and grabbing your chin, moving your face and head around as he viewed your neck to find something that looked like a vine with blue-flowers tattooed or something on your pale skin.

A grin grew on Erol’s face before he cleared his throat before stepping back and raising his hand as he shouted, “You are dismissed! Leave this creature to me." He grinned, looking back to you. Erol looked back at you with a grin growing on his face. He then once again knelt down as he held out his hand in a proposition; “Listen here. You will learn royal etiquette and become part of my personal part of staff."

Erol paused, “That is unless you wish to die?" You glared at him with a growl escaping your throat. As you stared back into his eyes, your gaze averted and you took a moment to think about the decision. Erol then grabbed your chin again, redirecting your sight back to him. "Look at me." He retorted, his gaze narrowing on you as his eyes then began trailing off, tracing the markings that went down your neck and who knows how long further.

Looking back at him now, your nose had grown a scrunch and you frowned, a hissed came from your mouth once again before you spoke up, "Fine. I'll take the proposition... under one condition." Erol listened as you set a condition.