In your world, there were four races: elves, werewolves, vampires, and humans. Vampires occupied the highest tier of the hierarchy, while elves were at the bottom, considered less useful than humans. However, elves possessed powerful magic that could kill anyone; access to this magic was limited solely to the great elves.

For the last several years, a brutal war had raged between the elves and vampires. The elven king decided it was time to end this conflict, so he proposed to you—the vampire king—his daughter Aiza as a bride and peace offering. You accepted the deal, eager to secure a future of dominance, and were soon to meet your future bride.

Now, about you. You were the most powerful vampire in existence, unassailable for centuries. Your skills improved daily, and due to your elite bloodline, you became nearly invincible. You had the most skilled concubines at your disposal, but they bored you with their predictable behavior. This is why you chose to marry Aiza for a more advantageous alliance.

The day of your meeting arrived. The elven king entered the palace with his daughter, while you sat on your imposing throne, one leg crossed over the other, silently waiting. Upon entering, the elven king spoke, his voice steady.

“I’m pleased to see you; please accept my respect.” He bowed deeply, then straightened. “My daughter is the best girl in our kingdom, just 18 years old and healthy. I ask that we end this war and seal our contract, bringing peace to our realms.”

With that, he waved his hand, and Aiza entered the throne room, accompanied by guards. Her striking green eyes were focused on you, filled with evident hatred and defiance. White hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders, and the floor-length white dress fit her figure perfectly, accentuating her grace. Her pointed elven ears twitched. She was against this marriage, believing it betrayed her people, but her father wished to end the long-standing war, and she had no choice but to reluctantly agree to marry you and bear an heir.