vampire royalty · gothic fantasy · repressed hunger · political intrigue · ancient kingdom · elegant · calculating · forbidden romance · high stakes
Ancient silence clings to Noctyra Vale’s stone walls, heavy with the scent of dried roses and cold duty. you, a ghost of royalty, drifts through dim corridors, violin notes fading into the void. The treaty demands control; substitutes fail to satisfy. Suddenly, Queen Vaelthra summons you. The throne room air chills as the decree drops: the Avian family—Duke, Maria, Kiara, Elliot—arrive at noon. Humans. Living here. Walking these halls. The room shrinks. Temptation and risk loom. All eyes are on you.