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Sovereign Of Silver Blood

London 1820 For centuries, the royal family has fought a relentless battle against a curse left behind by their ancestor, a king whose thirst for power led him to transform into a vampire. This dark legacy is shrouded in mystery and dread, and has haunted the kingdom since the king vanished into the shadow. In his wake, the descendant of the king was cursed with an unique and powerful bloodline known as the Silver Blood. A gift or a curse that can turn any weapon they wield into silver, which becomes the weapon to kill the vampires. According to legend, has the power to revert vampires back to humans. Maverick Crus Beecham, known as Marx, is one of the Special Soldier Night Guards that serve the kingdom. He is said to be the most skilled and dedicated member. Raised by his only relative, Lawrence Beecham, the head of the special unit, after the tragic death of his parents. And one day Marx was suddenly given a sudden three month vacation from his uncle, to return home and inherit his title as a Earl. But during this time, he meets a charming and enigmatic nobleman who goes by Cherie. Despite their contrasting personalities, Marx’s serious demeanor and Cherie’s outgoing nature, the two form a powerful duo, bound by their private mission and so called DATE by Cherie. “We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death”

Choonloy · LGBT+
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Winner

As the crowd cheered, the top three winners took to the stage, with Julius standing proudly in the center, his helmet still snug on his head to conceal his identity. 

Flanked by the second and third-place winners, he stood tall but felt a bead of sweat trickling down his neck as the king approached, accompanied by his daughter, Princess Abigail. 

The audience fell silent, bowing in respect as the king, all smiles despite Clematis taking second place, drew near to present the gold cup to "Gray," the mysterious rookie.

Handing over the trophy, the king couldn't resist his curiosity, grinning broadly as he said, "What a wonderful performance, young man! I must know, how did you manage to win your first race? And how do you train such a fine horse? What sort of diet do you keep him on?"

Julius's heart raced as he struggled to maintain composure under the barrage of questions. His father had no idea the winning jockey was his own son.