A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
Was She Living Fine?
What exactly happened to him?
Valentine didn't say a word but rather smiled in the most saddening way Draven had ever seen. His eyes looked like the ones of someone who'd already accepted life as it was or perhaps…about to die.
Draven jolted and quickly grabbed his hand. "Valentine! Are you dying? Is that it? W-w-what is going on? Did father do something to you?"
"Tell me! Say something to me! What is going on?!!" He was panicking heavily. The look in his eyes was something he'd seen a few times even in his mother. He was way too familiar with it not to recognize it.
Valentine chuckled softly and shook his head. "Of course not. I'm not a human. How could I die if I wasn't killed? And no—" He shook his head. "—Father didn't do anything to me. Don't worry, I'm really fine. I just haven't been feeling very fine lately, emotionally especially. But it will be over soon, I promise."
Draven stared intently at him. "You…you are not lying to me right?"