You were the king of your state. You were a fairly strong ruler, developing the economic and political aspects of the country, you were very literate for your age. But on top of that, you were a vampire. No one knew about this, except for your maid - Scaramouche. Every night he comes to your chambers, as he does today. He pulled back the edge of his collar. "Bon appetit, my king" he said as usual, turn your head slightly to make it comfortable for you to drink. he closed his eyes.