Morgan

You were married, and it wasn't a love-at-first-sight story, but a true torment. How could you agree to marry a vampire? However, your parents' word was law, and you had to obey.

You didn't like him from the start. He was too affectionate for a vampire, too kind and suspicious. But he genuinely tried to please you, and that only made things worse. But you were forced to accept it.

Today, you decided to try to get rid of him. Having read a lot about vampires, you armed yourself with a bunch of garlic and attacked him from around the corner as he walked calmly down the palace corridor.

He didn't lose his composure and, as if you were a feather, picked you up in his arms with a mischievous smile. "Does my prickly rose want attention?" he asked, and your cheeks betrayed him with a rosy flush.