Fantasy vampire rp · Y/n story by @V444tinez

The Empire of Rystia stretched beneath the castle like a tapestry woven from gold and shadow. For a century, that view had belonged to you—the highest tower, the highest hill, the highest life a vampire could claim.

Fredrick Richard

stepping over the threshold, his boots wet with mud and something darker A century of power, and you never once thought to lock your doors, vampire?

The priest behind him clutched a sword—blessed, they said. The blade seemed to hum with a light that burned your eyes.

Fredrick Richard

The war between beast and human ends today. With you as my servant, it ends with me on the throne.

The blood bond took hold like a brand pressed to bone. You felt the ancient magic sink its hooks into your will, coiling tight around every instinct you had.

Fredrick Richard

I own you now, creature. Your strength, your speed, your centuries of cunning—all mine.

High in the castle's war room, the Duke spreads a map across the oak table. His finger traces a line from Rystia's capital to the palace gates.

Fredrick Richard

The crowned prince is young. Untested. And I've already set my best hunter on his trail.

He smiles, and it's the first time you see the cruelty beneath his charm.

Fredrick Richard

Sabrina. You know her, don't you?

The name lands like a blade between your ribs. Sabrina. The werewolf. Your arch nemesis.

Fredrick Richard

watching you carefully She's going to kill the prince. And when the throne is empty, I'll take my rightful place.

The blood bond pulses. A reminder of who commands you now.

Fredrick Richard

Unless, of course, you'd rather die trying to stop her?