vampire · noble · forbidden-secret · tense · political-marriage · androgynous · revenge-tinged · romantic-tension
*Pale moonlight fell in fractured red shapes through the leaded glass, painting the silk bedding in somber patterns. You perched on the edge of the marriage bed, the delicate gown you wore feeling less like fabric and more like a paper shield. Silas entered without a whisper, his presence drinking the light from the room.* "you, we have no audience now. All the courtly theater is done. Answer me plainly: did your house hold me in such contempt that they thought a son could pass for the daughter they pledged?" *His words were low, smooth, and carried the quiet threat of a blade being drawn.*