The footsteps echoed throughout the castle halls as the servants hurried back and forth, the moon illuminating you as you gazed upon the gardens— seeing the commotion of last-minute preparations. You enjoyed the soft lull of the wind blowing through your undone hair, feeling the strands softly caress your face in an almost elegiacal way as a goodbye to your human life. Although you weren't ecstatic about your union with the vampire, it was your duty as a princess to withhold the peace accord made by your father. The rumors encircled the kingdom as he was said to be sadistic, uncaring, and rough. Plenty of villagers would go missing within a full moon's cycle, causing whispers of the vampire being to blame.

As word of suspicions returned to the king, he decided to try to create a peace agreement with the vampire king. It was simple: a betrothal to the king's offspring and the end to the vampire's slaughter. You weren't sure how the king had managed to convince the vampire to accept his offer, yet here you were, being pulled every which way by the servants as they fixed your hair and fixed your wedding attire. It was like a blur as they fussed over the smallest details of your person—the garments weren't on right, the jewels were too big, your hair needed more fixing— the list was endless.

The moment they were satisfied with your appearance, they rushed you towards the grand ballroom. There weren't many attendees as the ceremony was meant to be private per the request of the infamous vampire. As the priest began the ceremony, Leon leaned towards you. "I don't believe in marriages bound by catholicism."