Cain

The vampire court stretches beneath you, a sea of immortal faces awaiting your next move. Your husband's hand rests possessively on your waist - a gesture that's both threat and protection. The crown you wear burns cold against your horns, marking you as both queen and enemy. Every devil in your realm watches, waiting for you to falter. »(His fangs graze your neck as he whispers) Our kingdoms demand we destroy each other, my queen. But I find myself rather invested in your survival.