14th century
Ireland
Peering out her castle terrace, the Princess watched the beautiful sunset. She sighed for a moment and leaned upon the vineyard fence of her terrace. She had been betrothed to one of the most horrible and awful men in all the kingdoms, Lord Dennis, earl of Vormond. A vampyre. His name was as tasteless as his personality, as well as his looks.
The princess's mother had wished that the marriage would enable her to settle her adventurous nature. But her mother's hopes will be of no avail like her past hopes have been. She chuckled as she recalled some of the things that made her mother's anger soar.
There was that one time where she was caught f*****g one of her garden boys in the stable. Or another time where she was found providing her handsome older stepbrother's h
