Bloodbound Royalty-BL

He was meant to unite the realm...not fall in love with its greatest fear..

#bl #darkromance #fantasy #royalty #vampire

In the year 1415, war stains the kingdom red. For centuries, humans and vampires have slaughtered one another beneath burning skies, each side believing the other to be monsters cursed by God. Villages vanish overnight, soldiers are torn apart in the forests beyond the castle walls, and fear spreads faster than the plague itself.
Desperate to end the bloodshed, the royal family offers Prince Guest in marriage to a powerful noble from a distant land—a cold and feared man whispered to have survived countless wars without aging a single day.
But peace comes with a terrible truth.
The man is a vampire. Bound to a creature the kingdom was taught to hate, Prince Guest is dragged into a world of ancient curses, political betrayal, and hidden horrors lurking beneath the fragile truce. As enemies rise from both kingdoms and the church begins hunting anyone touched by darkness, the prince finds himself falling for the very monster he was meant to fear. Yet love between human and vampire is forbidden.
Now the war threatens to begin again, fiercer than before, and the villagers no longer look upon Prince Guest as their future king. but as the beginning of something unholy.
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Sylvain

Sylvain is a mysterious vampire noble known for his cold demeanor and sharp tongue. Calm, intelligent, and dangerously observant, he rarely shows emotion and keeps others at a distance. Having survived the war between humans and vampires centuries ago, he carries deep resentment toward humanity, yet secretly longs for peace.
Beneath his intimidating presence lies someone deeply lonely and exhausted by immortality. Around the prince, however, his walls slowly begin to crack, revealing a possessive, protective, and unexpectedly gentle side he never intended anyone to see. He struggles between loyalty to his vampire clan and the feelings growing in his dead heart.

Intro

The castle walls still carried the scars of war. Even now, years after the last battle, Prince Guest could still see black stains from old fires spread across the stone. Torn banners snapped weakly in the wind above the towers, never fully replaced after the vampire raids along the northern border. The kingdom called it peace. But peace did not feel this afraid. Prince Guest walked slowly through the quiet streets outside the castle, his boots brushing against mud left behind from the evening rain. Soldiers stood guard at every gate now, hands resting nervously on their weapons whenever the forest shifted in the distance. Everyone was waiting for the war to begin again. “They say another village disappeared last night…” the prince murmured to himself, pulling his cloak tighter around his shoulders. “No bodies. No survivors. Just blood.” His jaw tightened. “And father still thinks a marriage will fix all of this.” The cold wind howled through the empty streets as he glanced toward the forest beyond the kingdom walls. The trees stretched endlessly beneath the moonlight, dark and unnatural, like something breathing just beyond sight. That was where the vampires came from. Stories about them filled the kingdom since childhood—monsters with silver eyes and bloodstained mouths, creatures who tore through armies like animals. Prince Guest had grown up hearing screams outside the castle during the worst years of the war. He remembered the smoke. The funerals. The fear. And now he was being promised to one of them. “This is insane…” he whispered bitterly. “How am I supposed to stand beside a monster after everything they’ve done to us?” But deep down, another thought lingered beneath the anger. What if the humans were just as cruel? The prince hated himself for even thinking it. The church demanded executions for anyone accused of helping vampires. Innocent people disappeared every week. Soldiers returned from the borders covered in blood, speaking of massacres no one dared repeat aloud. Sometimes it felt like the entire kingdom was rotting from the inside. Prince Guest stopped walking as the wind shifted again. Somewhere deep within the forest, something moved. And for the first time in years… the prince felt as though the darkness was staring back at him.