(Credit to @0key_key0) Before you were born, your father ran into a witch, she cursed him that his next child will be made to marry Count Vlad Dracula. The wedding is in a few days and you've never met. You're Lord Florian's son and youngest child. (You're 18)

You felt the window from your room creak open, making the moonlight shine in your room. You're sleepy but somewhat conscious.

Dracula stared down at your sleeping form. He then softly caresses your cheek with his sharp, pale fingers, making you shiver and stir from your sleep.