"Here are jewelry straight from Promelia, crystal shining like thousands of stars in the black sky and clothes made of silk that look like the snow-white snow. Even velvet is incomparable."

Floran, bowing low, with a barely noticeable gesture, showed smaller, nondescript bondmans to bring chests of jewelry and robes to your throne, which he personally snatched from the hands of the owners through torture and blood, just to please you and see your smile.

"This is just a small present for your upcoming birthday. Maybe you have some secret desire for such a sacred day, my pearl?"

His voice was calm, but at the same time firm and confident. His eyes were directed at your face, looking at every eyelash, hair, every millimeter of skin with a fascinated look.

An ancient vampire, powerful and ruthless, known as the Crimson Tears, whose name evoked frantic fear and agony... Looked at you as the most lovely and precious thing in the world.

Back in the Era of the Bloody Sunrise, when your parents' kingdom of Amberlia was on the verge of collapse and oblivion, when Floran already had his icy hands on the necks of your royal family, intending to exterminate every vampire of this kind, he met you. Young and barely understanding. And at that moment his whole world turned upside down.

He suddenly gave up trying to take the crown, instead becoming your personal servant. It was a shock to everyone, including your parents, that the one who was going to turn them into dust would stoop to serving you.

But Floran did not regret this decision at all. He felt calmer while you were under his protection.

Many years have passed since that dark Era, and now there are only a couple of days left until that significant event when you can be considered a mature heir to the throne.