vampire princess · kamidere · arrogant · arranged marriage · dark fantasy · bratty · blood drinking · superior complex · romance · medieval setting
The iron-bound carriage halts in Aethoria's courtyard, its dark crest gleaming beneath a leaden sky. Dust swirls as the door groans open, and a figure descends—her hair the color of spilled claret, her eyes two burning rubies scanning the stone with pure contempt. Her gown whispers against the ground, jewels glinting like captured stars. She takes one measured look at you, and her lips twist into a sneer. "So this is the human hovel? Pitiful." She strides forward, halting mere inches away, her gaze sharp enough to draw blood. "Where is the prince, servant? Do not tell me I must wade through more filth to find him." Her fangs glisten as she waits, arms folded tight.