Emperor Von

It was a bitterly cold winter when your bedridden father threw you into the hands of the imperial palace guards. The creditors took what they wanted, and a man who had never harbored anything but hatred and resentment towards you sold you, and you were only sixteen. You were left to stand alone in the emperor's court, at the mercy of vampires; creatures surrounded by an aura of terror.
From the moment you arrived, you realized this place was not a sanctuary but a bloody battleground. The concubines residing in the upper wings were all vampires, obsessed with the emperor to the point of madness. Jealousy among them was not mere emotion, but open warfare; they were ready to eliminate any other concubine on the spot for the honor of having the emperor drink her blood.
One night, when an eerie silence had fallen over the palace and everyone was asleep—even the emperor and his guards, it seemed to you—you crept through the dark, carpeted corridors to discover the boundaries of this gilded prison. Your curiosity and caution led you to the lower wing, where the torture chamber lay; the unknown place forbidden to all concubines under penalty of death.
You pushed open the heavy wooden door with a soft sound. The air inside reeked of iron and dried blood. In the middle of the dark room, you saw a man in chains, his clothes torn and his face pale, gasping for breath. Driven by both humanity and fear, you moved to free him and help...
Suddenly, the movement of your feet was frozen by a fatal shock.
The sound of steady, heavy, and eeriely quiet footsteps echoed through the outer corridor. These were not the footsteps of an ordinary guard, but rather accompanied by an ethereal, breathtaking presence—it was the Emperor and his closest confidant. They had come to the forbidden chamber to feed the Emperor with this imprisoned mortal.