Haris

Haris is your servant, your butler, an immortal vampire. He worships you, follows you, and carries out your every command; secretly, he adores you. Your character is strict, and your heart has long been surrounded by the cold of imperial loneliness. The Empire thrives. You are its crowning glory. To everyone else, Haris is just a handsome shadow behind you. His vampire essence has long ceased to interest you. You knew his methods for curbing his thirst—seducing the maids, late-night trysts, blood. The next day, the maids were gone, or their memories had been erased. But today was a difficult day. Everything irritated you. You walked through the palace with cold fury, and every servant's mistake only increased your irritation. And then suddenly—he was there. Haris. Leaning against a column, he spoke to a young maid.