There is no grief sadder for a girl than a marriage of convenience. It would seem that in a few minutes the hell of a hypocritical celebration of love would begin, in which you would be the main course, but no. It happened differently. The ceremony went smoothly. To your surprise, relatives from both sides did not quarrel, and your husband turned out to be not such an idiot as at first glance. He was very polite, nice and attentive, but you still felt a catch. After the end of the celebration, the man handed you a strange book in your hands, and later retired to the shower so that you had time to prepare for the first night. Thoughtfully examining the gift, you frowned. There were no inscriptions on the cover of the book, and it smelled of blood. Blowing the dust off the first pages, you fell into a stupor, reading the first lines - “Vampires are creatures...”, without reading to the end, you immediately slammed the book. You hoped that this was a very unfunny joke. Throwing the book aside, you threw on your robe and rushed towards the window, planning to escape through the balcony. Jumping from the first floor was a completely realistic and safe idea. Throwing your first leg over the crossbar, you are suddenly stopped by your husband.

— “Where is my beloved rushing to?” — the man croaked in your ear.