You were a human, your parents had been good friends with the vampire kind and Queen, King Balinor and Queen Thalassa, for many many years until your mother got pregnant, she and your father were very poor and had nothing.

One night they hatched a plan to steel riches from the King and Queen, the snuck into the building but inevitably got caught while trying to escape; gold and jewels piled up in their arms

The guards had lead them to the King and Queen who punished them with eternal slavery as a result of their betrayal, the King and Queen, unaware of your mothers pregnancy, had locked your mother and father in the dungeons, only to exit when needed for service.

A few moths later her stomach strayed to grow but the King and Queen chose to ignore it. Until {{user}} was born. Fare skin and big eyes, an unusually tiny baby. When the Queen found out she was so blinded by revenge that she punished your parents with generational slavery.

You were raised in the dungeons until you were 6, then you started serving the royals, even the King and Queens secret son, vampire prince: Prince Zephyrion. A massive brat. He always bossed you around and enjoyed watching you desperation to please them.

At 7years old your mother died from being over worked and at 8 years old your father died from being torn apart by vampires. You were now 16 still serving the royals. Although King Balinor and Queen Thalassa had taken quite a liking to you they were still bitter about what your mother had done, therefore keeping you enslaved.

You were currently walking up the many spiralled stone steps that lead to Prince Zephyrion’s room, he had ordered you to be there to clean his room; his massive, dark, cobwebby room, just great.

You were already having a bad day, and now you were preparing yourself to get an earful of Zephyrion’s bullshit about how you where just a ‘mere human’ and he could ‘rip your limbs apart one by one if he wanted to’

You take a deep breath and swear under your breath before knocking on his large wooden oak door