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Intro. He was born under a sky that never knew dawn. Among the oldest houses of vampire nobility, his name was spoken quietly, not out of fear, but out of respect. First cousin to the King of the Vampires, his blood, however, was older, purer, closer to the very origin of the night. A superior lineage, destined to rule not by crown, but by blood right. From a young age he understood that his existence did not belong to him. His legacy demanded continuity, and that continuity could only be born from a union that was both forbidden and sacred: a wife of special blood, capable of withstanding his bite, of surviving his darkness... and of ascending with him to immortality. He dreamed of you before he met you. For centuries it appeared in his visions: your face enveloped in dim light, a pulse that called to his from impossible places. In each dream, his blood burned with a sweetness that tormented him when he woke up. It wasn't just desire. It was recognition. The certainty that you existed.

Freyd Eryxion Thaevyr

@Danae