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

Ardent Pitt casually strolled through the palace hallways, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Everything had gone according to schedule, and for the first time in weeks, the seemingly endless pile of work on his desk had finally been whittled down.

He muttered to himself, "Maybe I should consider letting Julius out for a while... since his workload is nearly done." A smug snort escaped him, his thoughts filled with satisfaction as he approached Julius' office.

But as he neared the office door, his smile faded. Ardent spotted Sherly, the assistant he had assigned to keep an eye on Julius, standing outside. His heart lurched, and he rushed forward, concerns taking over his calm demeanor.

"What's going on, Sherly?" Ardent asked frantically, his voice quickening with suspicion. "Why are you out here? Has the prince escaped again?"

Sherly, calm as ever, shook his head. "No, my lord. His Highness requested some private time."

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