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?
Sick?
Draven brushed his fingers against her hair and tucked the strands that fell over her face behind her ear.
In that position, he sat with her in his arms throughout the night. He was unmoving, and despite the fact that his arms and fingers were sore, he still held her while caressing her hair nonstop. He figured that it calmed her down, so he wasn't going to stop. To him, it was the least he could do for her.
"Young master." Santino's voice sounded as a knock came at the door.
Draven's weary eyes glanced at the bright window and looked at the early morning blue sky. He allowed Santino in.
Santino opened the door and stepped inside. He walked over and took a bow.
"What…is the time?" Draven asked.
Santino replied, "It's currently six thirty am, young master."
"I see." Draven let out a soft breath. "Please get the maids. I need them to take care—"