When Cerys was young, she had been wildly in love with castles. It didn't matter if it was made of stones or sand. They were fortresses, and Cerys imagined if she was in one, she would automatically be a princess.
She thought wrong.
Her life had been mundane since the moment he had removed the soul mark from her hand and placed her among his court but not as anyone of importance but as a pet. Someone to be at his beck and call.
He was a vampire. A demon that feeds on the living source of other creatures and she was his blood donor. His past one had grown old and died. The same fate, unfortunately, awaits her.
It was a wonder that it all went well for the first two weeks. He hadn't called her or seen her for a while. She just lived, living for the main purpose of serving him.
