[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?
Avelina replied, "I love to see my grandpapa again, Draven. He was the only true family to me. I miss him a lot."
"I see." Draven gently began to caress her hair. "I have a question if you do not mind."
"Go ahead," Avelina said.
Draven took a few moments to think before probing, "What is your real name?"
Avelina's eyes widened and she quickly pulled back from the hug to stare at him. This left Draven bemused and concerned. Why had she reacted in such a way?
Avelina balled her hands into tight fists and averted her gaze. "It's a very horrible name. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh…" Draven slowly nodded his head, "I see. It's alright. I will not inquire about it again."
He stood up from the chair, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up with him. "You do not have to worry about your scars. I sort of like it, so you don't have to hide it from me. I do not mind."