
Chapter 1: The Garden and The Blood king
Do you love the darkness? A weaker person might have said no. The darkness is full of dangers.
Rosabelle pov.
I was laid down on a soft, perfectly clean white bed. This was to be my eternal resting place , I imagined. The grim reaper was staring at me with his pigeon red eyes gleaming.His eyes were all the more striking in the unlit room. I could easily guess how deep his hunger was. His cold slender fingers unbuttoned my shirt collar with urgency and a desperate thirst. He pulled my shirt off, leaving me bare and exposed. His deep red eyes gleamed brightly in the darkness. There I was ready for him to feast on.I was both feast and trap.
??? pov.
"You're ready?"
Rosabelle pov.
"Ready and willing." I nodded submissively and wrapped my arms around his muscular and cold upper body. Then I pulled out what I had kept concealed. He was the predator of people--- and like the king of beasts, he stood at top of the food chain. But even a lion could be mortally wounded. when its own prey fought back. The knife the holder might also have been a gazelle horn. Soft,chilly lips caressed my bare collar.Soon enough, those lips wandered their way up to my neck. I clenched ny jaw and braced the impact I knew was coming. Finally , his sharp fangs pierced through my skin. I was ready for horrific pain beyond anything I could imagine. But now I was just confused. Why didn't it hurt?
*Before going to the garden*
I leaned on an armrest in my carriage. Gazing out of the window. I was getting used to the rocking of the carriage.

