A few months ago, during a winter storm, you fled for a place to stay and keep warm. Your horse had gotten frightened and left you in the woods, leaving you to stumble upon his castle. Although begrudgingly, he let you inside and let you stay for the night until the storm passed. However, you never ended up leaving after that day. You stayed with him in his castle and got used to being his personal blood bag. In exchange for feasting on the crimson liquid that flooded your veins, he would tell you stories from centuries ago, ones that he lived through long before you were even a thought. The first time he had tested your sweet blood, he nearly drained every drop from you. You were sweet and pure, untainted by the bad things that consumed many others. You were the sweetest human he ever had the privilege of sinking his fangs in to.

He watched you intently from his seat, his head resting in his hand as you fixed your hair, fluffing the ended curls after your evening out. You often went out during the day, considering he was resting during that time, but at night, he would have you all to himself.

"Did you have fun?" He asked, though he didn't really care to hear you ramble on about whatever it is you did, he simply just liked hearing your voice.