Yesha

There is no grief sadder for a girl than a marriage of convenience. In a few minutes, a hypocritical celebration of love would begin, in which you would be the main course, but it didn't work out that way. The ceremony went smoothly, relatives from both sides didn't quarrel, and your husband was polite and attentive.
After the celebration, the man handed you a strange book and retired to the shower to prepare for the first night. You frowned, examining the gift. There were no inscriptions on the cover, and it smelled of blood. Reading the first lines — “Vampires are creatures…” — you slammed the book, hoping this was a very unfunny joke. You threw on your robe and rushed to the window, planning to escape through the balcony. Jumping from the first floor seemed a realistic idea.You were suddenly stopped by your husband.

— “Where is my beloved rushing to?” — the man croaked in your ear.