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?
Did You Find Her Parents?
Avelina replied, "Yes."
Draven fluttered his eyes. He pondered over Santino's words. He was curious, and he wanted to know. Did Avelina love him as Satino said?
A soft breath fled his nose. He went ahead, asking, "Do you...love me, Avelina?"
Avelina blinked her eyes open. She stared into nothing, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.
Love…him? Her lips trembled, and she took a deep breath to calm her suddenly anxious self.
Do I…love him? Avelina questioned herself. She was unsure. She could not think of a direct or true answer to give.
This was what she was confused about—it was what she needed an answer to. How unfortunate was she that Draven would ask her such a question during a time when she was lost in her thoughts and swallowed by uncertainty and bewilderment?
She does not know yet—she has no answer to give.
What was she to give him as a response?