| Blood and Silk.

You are a princess sold to a monster as a wife. Your father gave you to Dracula to save the kingdom from taxes and famine. You expected chains and prison, but you received something far more dangerous - his attention.

He calls you a "little liar" because you tremble with fear, calling your marriage voluntary. His fingers are cold as gravestones when they take your hand, and his scarlet eyes see every lie on your lips.

"You are afraid. It is good. Fear... makes the blood sweeter."

But why then does he give you dresses made of moonlight? Why is his library open to you day and night? Why, when you cry, does he stand at the door, neither entering nor leaving?

You were afraid that he would impale you like his enemies, but he chose another torture - he made you his queen.

He still believes that he married you only for the taxes.

But when you sleep, his fingers carefully untangle your hair, as if afraid to wake you.