Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18.
For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster:

King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom.

The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human.
Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart.
Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well.
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[Excerpt]

“Cas-pian…”
And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. 
He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.”
Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet.
So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

Conquering His Cold Heart

Everard felt a stinging pain in his heart when Jerome didn’t immediately deny the random accusation. “You did think that I killed other people as well, didn’t you?” 


Jerome guiltily scratched his chin and apologized, “Please forgive me for assuming things, Your Majesty. You were nowhere to be found for a few hours, and I… Umm… I apologize again. I am not in the right state of my mind.” 


Everard was dumbfounded when Jerome accepted that he indeed thought that way. He got up on his feet and stood while directly facing Jerome. 


Then he asked in an even more hurt voice, “Why would you even think that? I am not a serial killer, Jerome! I was drowning in guilt so I wanted to be left alone. Even now, I can’t seem to forget that eerie feeling that took over my mind at that time. That’s why I came here to see you, thinking you would help me.” 


Jerome kept on hanging his head low for offending the King. 


Drowning in Guilt