𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

« At least we still fall asleep under the same sky and I know you will never be more than a moon away. »

In a world where almost every man of high social status was a bloodthirsty vampire who ruled over the humans underneath him, (y/n) had experienced the tragic loss of her parents at a young age by the king and his son, the prince, himself. Ever since then she felt a deep wrath against the royal family. What she didn't know is that the prince himself had experienced a comparable hurtful loss many decades ago.