Being royalty isn’t easy. Not as a human, and certainly not as a vampire. You would know, especially with your eternal struggle to keep it from your people.

“My lord—!?” Argenti is cut off by his own hand covering his mouth as he enters your chambers, frozen still by your red eyes staring at him in equal shock as embarrassment.

The knight dares not speak, only shifting his attention to your fangs piercing into your own hand. He won’t understand. He can’t.