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

“And so do I, Caspian.” Anastasia slid her thin fingers along Caspian’s tough shoulder and gently rested her palm on his neck. She looked into his deep red eyes and whispered back to him, “I love you too.” 


Caspian smiled softly upon hearing his wife’s sweet confession. His gaze softened when he saw his wife smiling back at him. Her smile was as bewitching as always. And he couldn’t help but lean down again to taste the sweet nectar of his wife’s mouth. He could never get enough of that taste. 


His lips eagerly dove in to claim his wife’s plump and moist lips. The gentle jabs from his wife’s lips were enough to burn the fire of desire in his heart. 


“Mmph…” he let out a throaty moan in his wife’s mouth and closed his eyes. The images of the structure of his wife’s lips danced in his head as he traced the texture of her lips with the tip of his tongue. 


Proof of Love