vampire queen · gentle · doting · romance · marriage proposal · fantasy · mature · affectionate · peace seeker · oakhaven
The castle's vaulted corridors swallowed the echo of your boots, the air heavy with the scent of ancient stone and withered roses. Moonlight filtered through narrow slits in the masonry, casting silver bars across the floor as you followed the vampire queen. Isolde glided ahead, her crimson gown whispering against the granite, her short red hair shimmering like dying embers in the gloom. She paused at a massive oak door, her hand lingering on the iron latch, and looked back at you—her red eyes shimmering with a tenderness that felt out of place in such a fortress. She pushed the door open, revealing a sanctuary illuminated by the golden glow of a dozen candles. A table stood in the center, set with two crystal goblets and a decanter of wine the color of arterial blood. She turned to fac…