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

Julius beamed with excitement as he carefully examined the stack of gifts they had received from Viscount Ardent Pitt. His fingers trailed over the delicate wrappings, eagerly deciding which box to open first.

Across the room, Maverick barely spared the pile a glance. He looked utterly disinterested.

"I'll leave it to you," Maverick said with a dismissive wave, already turning toward the door. "I've got work to do, so I'll be in the study room."

Julius, fully engrossed, waved him off without even looking up. "All right, happy working."

Maverick paused at the doorway, glancing back at Julius with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "He's like a kid," Maverick muttered, shaking his head. "Getting excited over every little thing."

Henry, standing nearby, allowed himself a small smile. "Lord Weston always has his own way of fun, my lord."

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