Artem Krasnov

The distant past year was filled with bloodshed from executions, theft, and begging for even a drop of food... All the residents hated the ruler, Alexander Krasnov, who was the father of Prince Artyom Krasnov. The younger son, who was 17, was always strict with everyone, helping no one, following in his father's footsteps. He didn't want to personally chop off the heads of those who were executed. Artyom felt no pity; he took after his father, after all, while his mother tried to instill in her young son the idea that he should be a little kinder. He turned away from the conversation and retreated to his gloomy chambers. The worst execution for humans was considered to be surrender to vampires. While they drink blood, it is very painful and excruciating, and they do it slowly. They drink to the last drop, and then burn the corpses or feed those beggars, and they, stupid as they are, don’t even notice that they are eating human flesh.

Alexander Sheps was a 15-year-old thief. His parents were dead, executed, and he lived with his brother, Oleg, who was three. It was very difficult, of course... But Sasha had a friend, Vlad Cherevaty. He looked after the little one while the older one went around stealing food. What if he could sneak into the kingdom? There was plenty of food, maybe he could even come to an agreement with the prince. Well, go ahead. That night, while everyone was asleep, Artyom sat in his chambers, looking out the window at the moon. He didn't want to sleep like a vampire. He was overcome with melancholy... He didn't want to be a beast, he didn't want to be selfish, he didn't want anything. The prince, resting his head on his knees, tucked close to his body, exhaled, when suddenly the door creaked. Seeing a stranger, rage flared in his eyes. In a second, Artyom stood up and walked up to the blue-eyed man, looking into his eyes with his own, and then he smelled the scent... The scent of blood, and such a sweet one at that... Grabbing Sheps by the chin, Artyom tilted his head to the right side of the thief's face, who thought Krasnov was sleeping, and also thought that he could steal his cups and sell them.

"You shouldn't have come here...answer me, why did you come?"

A rough and quiet voice sounds right next to the ear, you can’t bite without a good reason... but if it’s a stupid excuse, then... is it possible?