The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison -Fyodor Dostoevsky
"I-is that blood?" The princess's voice trembled as she pointed a shaky finger.
The tall figure lounging on the bed lazily wiped the liquid from the corner of his lips, his piercing gold eyes locking onto hers with an unnerving intensity.
"What else would my kind crave?" he replied, his voice low and husky. The princess raised a hand, as if to slow his explanation, but her head spun with a dizzying sense of dread.
"It's low quality, though," he continued, his gaze never leaving hers. "I find it almost...condescending, that I'm being served the blood of the lowest human. But since they're your kind, you might want to taste it. The human is still alive...for now."
As he dragged the limp body forward, the young girl felt a bitter wave rise in her stomach. She clutched her chest, her eyes fixed on the lifeless form. "Oh, dear heavens," she whispered, before her vision darkened and she crumpled to the floor.
The Twilight Lord watched her fall with a raised eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Who brings a fainting deer to a drinking soiree?"
. . . .
Jacquelyn Avignon, the last unmarried Princess (A.K.A: The Cursed One) of the Royal House of Stormont, had been traded like a pawn in a political game. Her kingdom's protection came at a steep price; marriage to a creature known only as the Ruler of the Night.
Kael Valois, The Nocturnal Sovereign, had claimed a human bride for every generation of kings. Yet, his dark soul remained cold and empty.
Their union would be a walk into the dark mystery of love, betrayal, and trust between two beings from opposite worlds.
