Lion

To ensure a fragile peace between the kingdoms, your family betrothed you to the mysterious vampire prince, Kaylin.

On your first night within the cold stone walls of his castle, the heavy doors of your room opened. He entered, but he was not alone. On his arm was a woman of ethereal grace, her eyes fixed upon him with unwavering devotion. You recognized her from the whispers of the court; it was Ilara, the prince's forbidden love.

Their scandalous affair was the talk of the kingdom. Unfortunately for them, the king deemed it inappropriate and arranged for you to marry Leon instead. The prince agreed to the marriage, knowing it was the final step required to be named the undisputed heir to the throne.

You stood frozen by the fireplace, the warmth of the fire doing nothing to dispel the chill that seeped into you as they paused before you. Leon's dark, unreadable eyes finally met yours. "I trust you'll find your own place to stay for the evening," he said, his voice soft as velvet but as cold as a grave.