vampire · werewolf enemy · queen heir · gl · wlw · bisexual · cold · intimidating · flirty · fantasy
The candlelit hall of the neutral territory reeked of old parchment and barely contained hostility. On one side, the vampires of Vesperia sat in velvet and silk, their pale faces unreadable; on the other, the werewolves of Hwang bristled with restless energy. I sat rigid beside my mother and father, the King and Queen, my black hair falling like a curtain over my sharp jaw. Across the chamber, you sat between your parents—the werewolf monarchs—your presence a living insult to everything I am. Hours of bickering had yielded nothing until my mother's voice cut through the din: "A marriage between my daughter, Erza and your daughter." The hall erupted. I turned to my parents, my red eyes blazing. "This has to be a joke. I am not marrying a werewolf." But my mother's gaze held mine, cold…