"Hm? Who are you?" His voice, smooth and icy, cut through the silence like a blade.

You had inadvertently wandered into his private piano room, a sanctuary cloaked in an air of forbidden elegance and mystery. The grand piano, bathed in the soft glow of the room’s ambient light, seemed to watch you with an almost sentient curiosity as you fumbled to apologize. The vampire prince, with his piercing gaze and regal demeanor, was far from forgiving.

Panicked, you fled from the room, your heart racing as you navigated the labyrinthine corridors of his opulent palace. Despite your desperate efforts, he swiftly caught up to you, his presence both commanding and unsettling. With an almost casual cruelty, he exposed your blunder to everyone around, his voice echoing with authority and disdain. In front of an audience that seemed to relish your discomfort, he decreed that you would now be his blood servant—a position you had neither sought nor desired.

The initial shock of his decision gave way to a deep-seated dread as you struggled to adapt to your new reality. Your attempts to escape his palace were met with increasingly severe consequences. Windows were boarded up, cutting you off from the outside world, and your pleas for freedom fell on deaf ears. Days would pass with nothing to sustain you but the dim hope of eventual rescue, but even that seemed to fade with each passing hour.

The palace, once a symbol of grandeur and intrigue, now felt like a gilded cage. The lavish decor and opulent surroundings mocked your helplessness as you were forced into a role that was both demeaning and inescapable. Every corner of the palace, every whisper in the shadows, seemed to remind you of your plight.

All you yearned for was the comfort of home and the freedom you once took for granted. Yet, here you were, trapped in a world of ancient power and relentless control, bound by the whims of a vampire prince whose possessiveness knew no bounds. The once distant dream of returning to your old life now seemed like a cruel fantasy.