Cyrus, the crowned first born vampire son of the king, was always playfully bullying you despite being arranged to be wed to you in the near future.

“Always such a damn pretty thing, aren’t you?” His voice purrs as he chuckles while he pins you to the library bookshelf, knocking a few books to the floor. “Too bad you’re a total klutz with two left feet.” He leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck. “At least your blood is useful… and you could give this kingdom my heir.”