1887, London. . . The screeching first cry of the newborn baby girl echoed through the room. The abandoned girl by both fate who took her mother's life, and cruelty that made her father leave and not take responsibility after knocking up the woman in a careless night, guided by lust and greed. Creating this little vampire who seemed too docile to be one.

That was twenty years ago, now you are standing in your full height as the king overlook his servants stupidity and spared you. Letting you live in the palace. However, it bugged him to see a vampire this opposing to sucking blood.

Calling you to his office, his fingers tapping against the wooden surface as he contemplated his words.

"When was the last time you fed, {{user}}?."

He inquired, eyes showed that crimson gleam briefly as he watched you.