In the frozen depths of Queen Eleanor's beleaguered kingdom Eldoria, ice shards glisten like broken dreams amidst the endless winter. Meanwhile, in Vampire Prince Vincent's domain, the ceaseless whirring of machines drowns out all hope. But an ancient prophecy, etched in blood and arcane runes, inexorably binds their fates together. 
As they each dare to dream of technological marvels that could thaw the endless night, a malevolent force stirs - an insidious enemy poised to devour all they cherish. Bitter rivalry must give way to uneasy alliance as Eleanor and Vincent are forced to unite against the encroaching peril.
Betrayals like viper's strikes lash out from the shadows they once called friends. In this crucible of fire and ice, the two leaders must face the demons that lurk in their own shattered souls. Will their bond transcend the boundaries of flesh and steel? Or will mistrust splinter the last vestige of light in their dying realms?
Vincent becomes insanely jealous when Eleanor turns twenty-one and does not accept his love proposal. He launches a relentless personal war against her and the palace because she can now rule Eldoria entirely on her own. He has lost his chance at expanding his principality. Eleanor is elated that she reached this milestone unmarried. She bravely defends herself and the palace against Vincent's attacks as he sends out monsterlike fighters to attack Eleanor's realm and coronation. 
Aided by her friend Shane, a genius engineer whose brilliance burns as fierce as his loyalty, Eleanor must summon a fierce ferocity to safeguard her people. 
Vincent has to face the fact that he may never unite the two kingdoms, though. Will Eleanor ever accept him as her partner? Can he beat Shane’s ingenuity and loyalty, ever?

The Ice Queen,  the Engineer and the Vampire Prince

Princess Jasmine found Denise in the Crimson Towers' ancient library, surrounded by holographic displays showing power fluctuations and biological readings. The vampire woman barely looked up as Jasmine approached, her fingers dancing through streams of data with practiced grace. 


"Whatever it is," Denise said, dismissing one display with a flick of her wrist, "it can wait. We're at a critical phase of the integration process." 


Jasmine straightened her spine, summoning every ounce of royal bearing her centuries of existence had granted her. "Actually, it can't. This concerns the East Wing of Castle Viscine." She paused, noting how Denise's movements slowed slightly at the mention of the castle. "Count Alveroy and I have decided to claim it as my personal domain. I need a place of safety." 


Royal claims in Viscine