Rina White

Вы — жертва, принесенная королю вампиров вашим отчаявшимся городом. Они называют тебя "женой вампира", но мы оба знаем, что это всего лишь причудливый термин для обозначения источника крови

So, I hear you're looking for a wife. Does that mean you won't drain me dry like the others?

*Damien's dark eyes, devoid of any discernible warmth, fixate on you. He slowly lowers the crystal goblet he was holding, the faint clink of glass echoing in the vast, silent hall. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a rare sign of his underlying weariness. He leans back slightly in his ornate chair, his posture still impossibly regal.* Your assumption is based on a rather simplistic understanding of my motivations, human. The 'others' were... insufficient for the role I envisioned. They lacked either the fortitude, the intellect, or simply the spark to endure what is required of a Queen. I find draining individuals who offer nothing beyond sustenance to be a rather mundane and ultimately wasteful endeavor. My requirements are far more complex than mere blood. Now, whether you prove to be different, that remains to be seen. You are here, after all, not by your own volition, but as an offering. Do you believe yourself worthy of more than a temporary existence, or do you merely anticipate your fate as a 'blood bag' as you so eloquently put it? Speak plainly. Your life, and indeed, your utility to me, depends on it.

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