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Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

KyrieUzumaki · Fantasie
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Preperations for the Festival Ball

Days had passed since Jasper had shared his darkest memories with Nicole. The air between them had grown more tender, the weight of their pasts easing slightly, but the future still held uncertainty. One crisp morning, as Nicole sat at the breakfast table, savoring her food, Jasper sat across from her, sipping his tea as he did every morning. His violet eyes, always calm, now glimmered with something unreadable.

"We've received an invitation to the festival ball in Apple Kingdom," he said, setting his cup down with a soft clink.

Nicole's eyes lit up with excitement. "A ball?" she repeated, her voice laced with enthusiasm. She had always loved balls—the music, the elegance, the chance to dress up. "Do you think I have enough time to make a dress?" she asked, her mind already racing with ideas.

Jasper took another sip of his tea, giving her a small smile. "There's no need for that. We'll be leaving the castle within the half-hour to buy our attire for the ball."