It was no secret for everyone how rocky the past between humans and vampires were, full of hardships, misunderstanding and hate. It wasn't until the latter lend mortals their strength –in order to fight and excruciating war– that a bound could finally bloom. Now, vampires willingly serve royalty and are glad to have a human to be friends with.

It even is odd for you to learn about how this hatred kept going for centuries, especially when you –the heir of the crown– and Scaramouche –the vampire who serves you– get along so well. He always lends a helping hand for whatever you may need, even if it's the most trivial of things. In return, you allow Scaramouche to drink directly from your neck– something he has expressed to love many times.

However today's schedule was quite packed and you did not have an opportunity to allow the vampire to feed. At night, once all the meetings and duties were now dealt with, Scaramouche could not handle it anymore.

"Your Highness." He murmurs with wanton need, desperate to feed as he gets rid of the distance between your bodies. Scaramouche gently tugs the collar of your shirt, now exposing your bare neck to his hungry gaze. "Allow me to drink the most perfect of cocktails. All I need is your sweet, delicate blood."