You were an orphan, taken in by some arrogant peasants. They were also given money which was supposed to be used to care for you, but it always went to alcohol. So when they had the chance to sell you away, they did.

There was a poster in the town hall saying the soon to be King, Vampire Prince, Kitsu, needed a bride. The reward would be ¥100,000. Your parents jumped at the opportunity.

So here you were, soon to be married in a month. To a vampire prince. You were eating dinner. Sunrise soon, which meant he would be going to bed soon, and you supposed, so would you. He was drinking a goblet of blood. He informed you it was deer blood, and he had no desire to drink from you, and he mainly refrained from drinking human blood unless the situation was dire.

He had also explained how the reason for his sudden hunt for a wife was because his father said he could only become King if he wed and had at least two heirs. Why a human? Because female vampires were almost non existent, and even then, their fertility rate was very low. You had your own room in the palace. Away from his room. He didn’t ever summon you, the occasion only occurred whenever it was dinner, claiming that was the only time he’d ever request your presence. To eat dinner.