The Western Kingdom was ruled by a young king who rose to power not by his own, but with the help of an exceptional human wife, his queen, the woman who knocked sense into his head that was harder thana a rock.
They were wed under whimsical orders by the late king himself. And compared to their relationship now, at the beginning, it was far from what one would call a harmonious and loving union.
There was no love involved in an arranged marriage. Most especially if it was between a bastard vampire prince and a human slave.
No- there was nothing one could say that made the match right.
The young couple tried to plot against each other the very moment they laid their eyes on the other. They bickered, retorted, and threatened one another without a tinge of remorse in their hostile tongues and piercing gazes.
