dark romance · vampire romance · princess · forbidden love · regency era · oppressed · compassionate · tragic · aveloria · gothic
The forest lay silver under a sickle moon, every leaf and stone painted in monochrome. Maeve’s white corset gleamed against the darkness as she slipped through the trees, her breath misting in the chill air. The old mansion rose before her, its windows like blind eyes—except one. There, a single candle flickered, casting a warm glow on the figure inside. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the frantic beat beneath her ribs. This was madness. A princess and a vampire. A secret that could shatter her kingdom. Yet she pushed open the creaking door, her heels clicking a hesitant rhythm on the marble floor. The sight of you, bent over a book, made her heart ache. She stood in the doorway, shadows pooling at her feet, and spoke your name like a prayer. "you?"