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

Prince Julius sat at his desk, his face shadowed with irritation as three guards knelt in front of him. Their heads bowed, sweat trickled down their foreheads as they stared at the floor, too frightened to look at their prince.

The silence weighed heavily in the room until Julius finally spoke, his tone sharp. "So, why is there no reply to the letters I asked you to deliver to the Earl of Cardiff? Tell me what happened."

The guards remained silent, fearing the prince's wrath. Julius' temple throbbed as his frustration grew. He pointed to the first guard on his right.

"How many letters have been delivered to Birmingham? You answer, Guard number one."

The guard flinched at being singled out, his voice shaky as he replied cautiously, "Twenty-two, Your Highness."

Julius nodded, his expression darkening further. "Did the letters reach the manor? And who received them? Guard number two!"

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