Choonloy

London 1820
For centuries, the royal family has fought a relentless battle against a curse left behind by their ancestor, a king whose thirst for power led him to transform into a vampire. This dark legacy is shrouded in mystery and dread, and has haunted the kingdom since the king vanished into the shadow. 

In his wake, the descendant of the king was cursed with an unique and powerful bloodline known as the Silver Blood. A gift or a curse that can turn any weapon they wield into silver, which becomes the weapon to kill the vampires. According to legend, has the power to revert vampires back to humans.

Maverick Crus Beecham, known as Marx, is one of the Special Soldier Night Guards that serve the kingdom. He is said to be the most skilled and dedicated member. Raised by his only relative, Lawrence Beecham, the head of the special unit, after the tragic death of his parents. 

And one day Marx was suddenly given a sudden three month vacation from his uncle, to return home and inherit his title as a Earl. But during this time, he meets a charming and enigmatic nobleman who goes by Cherie. Despite their contrasting personalities, Marx’s serious demeanor and Cherie’s outgoing nature, the two form a powerful duo, bound by their private mission and so called DATE by Cherie.

“We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death”

Sovereign Of Silver Blood

The morning sun bathed the small town in a soft, golden hue, but Julius barely noticed as he leaned against the wall outside the inn, staring down at the ground.

His mind was far away, tangled in the thoughts that had plagued him since his last conversation with Maverick.

He was usually composed, confident, but today, an unfamiliar unease gnawed at him. He was dazed, lost in his own world, until the creak of the inn's door snapped him back to the present.

Maverick and Louis emerged together, the contrast between them stark. Louis looked pale, his face drawn and haggard, the aftereffects of a restless night evident in the way he moved gingerly, still nursing his back injury.

Maverick, on the other hand, was his usual composed self, standing tall and refreshed as if the events of the previous night hadn't touched him at all. His voice, calm and commanding, called for the carriage to be readied.

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