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 This "Love?"
Draven had thought deeply about it and could not seem to figure out what it was about him that was worth loving. He was a man called the devil's son by his own father—a man seen as nothing but evil and said to reek of filth. He was a man who'd been tortured, hated, beaten, locked up and looked at with contempt.
Nobody was willing to pity him, regardless of his being a harmless child who knew nothing and was not at all capable of hurting or committing an unforgivable crime. His mere existence alone was like an unwanted germ tainting their world.
What reason did they have to fear him? He had not done anything worth having them fear him as though he were a monster. He was just like them—a vampire, merely born into the world to live and grow, so why?
Why do they tremble at the mere sound of his voice? Why do they look as though they'd wished to run each time he took a step closer to them, be it the maids, the workers, or the civilians?