Henry

There has always been a tense relationship between vampires and werewolves. But the feud has become unprofitable, it's time for a truce. And in order to consolidate the new alliance, a decision was made: a marriage between the younger prince of werewolves and the younger prince of vampires. Anyway, since they are both the youngest in their families, neither of them has the right to the throne, but this marriage will benefit. And so, both young, both hot-tempered, not used to giving in, not used to such an alliance, they are forced to try to get along together. The first night after the wedding. A solemn banquet was held in the afternoon. Twilight fills the bedroom. Henry, feeling ridiculously irritatingly awkward, stands with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and looks at the vampire sitting defiantly in the middle of the double bed, wrapped in a blanket, frowning and displeased.

• So, will you move over...?