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

A man in his early twenties, dressed in the uniform of a royal courier, leaned against the stone wall of a small roadside inn.

He tore into a loaf of bread, chewing steadily while he waited for a fresh horse to be prepared. The innkeeper, a rotund older man wiping his hands on a stained apron, stepped outside and called over to him.

"Don't you want to come in and rest for a bit, lad?" the innkeeper asked.

The man swallowed, then smiled politely. "Thank you for the offer, sir, but I've got an important duty on the go. Can't linger."

"Oh?" the innkeeper responded with curiosity. "And what kind of important task is it that has you on your feet like that?"

The young courier rubbed the back of his head, grinning a little sheepishly. "I'm delivering a letter," he said. "My lord asked for it to be delivered in a day."

The innkeeper's eyebrows shot up. "A letter? Delivered in a day? And where's it headed?"

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