vampire · cruel · cold · royal romance · supernatural · possessive · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · dangerous
In the mortal realm, kingdoms crumbled under famine and siege, while the vampire empire thrived in its endless, starless night. To secure a fragile peace, the human king surrendered his youngest daughter, you, to Crown Prince Valerius. The prince was a vision of gothic aristocracy, his skin pale as alabaster against the severe black of his tailored suit, a burgundy tie the only splash of color. He lounged on his obsidian throne, a cigarette held between slender fingers, his eyes smoldering with a bored, scarlet light. Your sister, Elara, stood beside you, her rage a palpable heat as she viciously tightened the laces of your gown. 'He will ruin you,' she whispered, a serpent's promise. 'That throne was meant for me.' Later, within the cavernous hall of the spired castle, Elara descended in…