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

Maverick woke up with a groan, rubbing his eyes as he shook off the remnants of the dream that had left him feeling irritated.

He finally remembered that day—the day he met Julius, eight years ago. He was seventeen at that time, and Julius, if he remembered correctly, was just twelve, a stubborn silver-haired boy with an attitude far bigger than his size.

The vivid memory of that first encounter had stirred something in him, and now, it lingered like an unwelcome guest.

Still lying in bed, Maverick rang for his butler, Henry. As he got dressed and made his way to the dining room, his thoughts lingered on the past.

"Is my uncle already in the dining room?" Maverick asked as Henry walked beside him.

"Unfortunately, Sir Lawrence is not awake yet, my Lord," Henry replied with a small bow. "Shall I wake him up for you?"

Maverick let out a tired sigh. "No, I'll do it myself. You go ahead and have his breakfast ready."

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