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?
Aren't I Generous?
Draven stepped forward to leave the room, but he came to a stop once his leg was grabbed by a pair of arms. He lowered his head, glancing at Annette, who was firmly holding him.
Annette lifted her head to look at him. "Y-you're the one, right? The man who saved my daughter?"
Drops of tears fell from her eyes, dropping onto the floor. "She told me about you, and I wanted to help her...to help her come back to you, but I couldn't. I had no chance to do so."
She let go of him, cupping her hands to her chest in a pleading manner. "Please save my daughter, don't let her die. I can't lose her again. Save her from her father, or else he could possibly kill her. I beg of you."
Valentine shifted his attention to Draven, wondering what he would do and how he might possibly react.
Draven gazed at her, and a soft breath fled his nose. He turned around, squatting down to be the same height as Annette. He gently took her hands, covering them with his own.