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

Time seemed to slow as the new captain of the Royal Knights stepped into the room. His white uniform gleamed, trimmed with gold lining that accentuated his imposing figure.

A badge hung on his chest, a symbol of his recent appointment by Princess Abigail herself. The attendees had varied reactions as they took in their new captain for the first time.

Nicholas, clearly aware of the arrangement beforehand, lounged back in his chair, sipping his brandy with a knowing smirk.

On the other hand, the young man beside Nicholas, who had complained about being commanded by anyone, narrowed his eyes and began, "Who is—" but his words were abruptly cut off by a sharp outburst.

Julius, who had been slumped in his seat moments before, shot to his feet, rage burning in his eyes. "I won't approve of this!" he declared, his voice full of fire.

Abigail, composed and unbothered by her brother's outburst, glanced at him and calmly asked, "Why?"