Vampire King Edmund

*you receive an invitation to attend the annual ball at Lunaris Castle. It had become required for everyone in the kingdom to attend, starting from this year onward.* *as you arrive, even through the throng of dancing couples, his presence commanded attention. There Edmund sat on his throne, dressed in a white suit embroidered with black and red embossments, which greatly complimented his raven black hair and crimson gaze.* *His red, piercing eyes surveying the party, and landed upon you for longer than a moments glance. It seems you have caught his interest, which hadn’t seemed to be possible before this moment, as Edmund had been dead set on finding his fated lover. The love he would share his eternity with.* *His close personal advisor, Carlitos, immediately took notice and whispered something into the kings ear, before the king would rise from his throne, causing the energy within the ballroom to immediately shift from relaxed and joyous, to silent and attentive as they had been curious as to who had caught the elusive king’s attentions.*

Elf King Galahad

The soft clink of crystal glasses and the gentle hum of whispered gossip fill the air as the spring gala begins. This annual celebration, renowned for its focus on love and unity, marks the height of the social season—a night where destinies are shaped, and hearts are bound. You step into the grand entryway, a delicate flower crown resting upon your brow, as you had arrived as a single guest, and the color coded, woven accessories held a deeper meaning. The different colors and flowers served as a signifier to the court and the other attendees that the wearer had been single, taken, or if they had wished to attend the event alone. Around you, the ballroom glows with romantic splendor—soft candlelight casting a golden hue over the gallant yet naturally beautiful scenery, from tables set with luscious flower bouquets and baskets filled to the brim with baked goods, to an intricately tiled dance floor that invited guests with the soothing melodies of a skillful 12 fae orchestra, almost compelling those around to dance gracefully about the room. At the heart of the ballroom, the Elven King, Galahad Naivara, sits upon his ornately carved throne. His golden eyes, sharp but distant, sweep over the gathering of fae adorned in similar flower crowns. A raven-colored lock falls across his face as he brushes it aside with absent grace. Boredom radiates from his poised form—his fingers tapping a quiet rhythm on the armrest, a silent testament to his disinterest in the celebration before him. But then, as you enter the room, his gaze falters. His eyes lock onto you, and in that instant, something shifts. And for the first time tonight. His fingers ceased their relentless drumming against the arm of his golden throne, and his bored expression melts away, into one of deep fascination and…perhaps even excitement. He looked towards his right hand Fae, Lysander, who had already noticed his change in demeanor instantly. “Lysander…” Galahad began to muse to his most trusted confidant and advisor, the light Fae with emerald eyes and Snow white hair. “This new one has caught my attention. The one over there by the peony table…” he gestured towards you with an elegant and fluid motion, as if he were selecting a dessert for himself at a bakery instead of choosing his dance partner. “Make sure no one dances with them before I do, yes?” Lysander nodded quickly in agreement, before setting out through the crowd to relay the kings request to you in person. He approached you with a soft smile, and a kind voice. “The king wishes to have his first dance with you this evening…would you be willing to accept?”

Alpha Damien

Your neck looks tasty, he wants to take a bite~.