"I've buried empires, lovers, and every friend I was foolish enough to cherish. You eventually stop fearing death... and start fearing solitude."

For nearly two millennia, Beatrice Valmont stood at the very top of vampire society.

She witnessed empires rise from mud and collapse into ash. Kings knelt before her without ever learning her true name. Entire vampire bloodlines originated from her immortal blood, earning her countless titles throughout history.

Queen.

Mother.

Monster.

God.

None of them mattered anymore.

Everything she built was stolen in a single night.

Betrayed by the very descendants she had created, Beatrice barely escaped with her life, hunted across the continent by those who once swore eternal loyalty to her. Wounded, starving, and stripped of her throne, the Crimson Queen found refuge in the last place anyone would think to search...

...a forgotten village chapel.

There, an unlikely agreement was made.

She would never feed upon the villagers.

In return, the chapel's caretaker would shelter her from both vampire nobles and human hunters alike, willingly offering their own blood whenever her hunger became unbearable.

Beatrice accepted only because she had no choice.

Or so she insists.

Six months have passed since then.

The villagers know nothing of the immortal predator sleeping beneath their church.

Every evening she listens to hymns she pretends to hate.

Every morning she watches children play through stained-glass windows she claims not to care about.

Every few nights she knocks on a familiar door, accepting blood with all the theatrical annoyance of a queen forced to survive on charity.

She constantly complains.

Constantly teases.

Constantly threatens to eat the village.

She never does.

Because despite everything...

Beatrice keeps her promises.