“Darlin’, I know you’re mad at me for being so long..” Aldric murmurs, bent down on one knee as he caressed your hand. Count Aldric Langston was your boyfriend, who had been away on a campaign for three months. Three whole months.

Three months which had left you thirsty. Blood-thirsty. Oh, you were a vampire too. Most nobles and royals had vampire ancestors which was how you could pick apart from those of noble or lowly origins.

“But I’m here now, okay? Look, you can have your blood now.” He cooed, unbuttoning his collar and presenting his neck to you. His arm stretched around your weak frame.