[Present times]

Agnes glided through the arcade while laughing and looking behind to spot Cyrus chasing her.

"You know I can catch you, love."

Cyrus spoke with mischief.

Agnes giggled but didn't stop running when with a single gust of wind Cyrus appeared close to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist the lady was pinned to the wall.

"Are you seeing something you want to bite, your highness?"

She slipped her arms around his neck while provoking the noble vampire. 

"Yes, a delectable dessert. May I serve my lady?" 

Cyrus grinned while caressing her cheek. 

•••

Cyrus grinned seeing the efforts of the woman in front of him, while Agnes tied his wrists to the head of the bed.

"Am I supposed to play submissive?"

Agnes sat on his lap with a glare, wearing a silk robe she daringly glanced in his eyes.

"Well, it seems so. AND don't you dare break the cuffs!"

She pouted angrily recalling the last time Cyrus had effortlessly broke the cuffs and pounced on her.

•••

Year - 1608

[More than a century ago from where the tale started]

"My years of service are at stake for disclosing that princess Agnes has killed the prince. For heaven sake she killed her own groom!" 

The king's confidant rushed towards the king to announce the news.

"I can't disclose this to his highness, oh my goodness, I simply can't....but we cannot hide the stench of this deed too." 

Princess Agnes Savaric killed her soon-to-be husband and the reason was unknown. The late prince Cyrus' father send a cursed scroll with the help of a mage, which resulted into her terrible death. 

The two kingdoms eradicated each other in the endless war, but the princess Agnes met the worst fate. The royal blood princess was intentionally cursed to fall in love with the same prince in her next life.

The father of prince Cyrus demanded justice and the princess wasn't burnt alive.

But wait, that's not how it ended.

The royal blood princess realized about her curse soon and to create her counter spell, she made a pact with the devil to create an unknown tragedy.

Thus, to stir trouble for herself by attracting a lot of attention in her next life.

The sweet bastard.

And the possessive vampire mate from her past life.