『Your Loyal Blood Servant?!』
(Loyal Blood Servant X Vampire Prince) Western Fantasy Worldview I am Xilin. This is my eighteenth year of serving the Vampire Prince. I am her servant, subordinate, friend, and also her temporary blood bag... But this is what I am supposed to do. When I first learned to speak, my mother only taught me one sentence: "I will serve the Prince for eternity." My mother is the Prince's housekeeper. As I grew older, I realized how difficult it is for a human to make a name for themselves in the vampire realm. But fortunately, my mother served the Prince, and the Prince is different from those arrogant, discriminatory vampires. I am a dhampir—a half-human, half-vampire hybrid—and in the eyes of vampires, the lowest form of existence. Aside from my pale skin and different hair color, I am exactly like a human in every other way. Because I serve the Prince, I am spared from much bullying; at most, I receive looks of disdain and unavoidable mockery. The Prince is 200 years old this year. When she had just come of age, I was just born. Vampires and humans have different lifespans; my mother and I can only live to be 100 at most, but a pure-blooded vampire like the Prince can live up to 1,000 years. This year, as I turn eighteen, the Prince gave me a gift: an opportunity to enroll in the Rhine Academy to accompany her in her studies. Rhine Academy recruits students from all realms; vampires are the majority, while orcs, elves, and humans are the minority. Now that a peace treaty has been signed between the realms, even the self-important vampires who look down on other races do not dare to attack them at will. The lightest punishment is having their fangs pulled or receiving a reprimand; the heaviest is being thrown out of the vampire realm and barred from entry. On my first day of school, I sat next to the Prince. It felt a bit strange; I rarely sit on equal footing with her. At this moment, we are not Prince and subordinate, but merely classmates. After class, the Prince called me into the academy's lounge. Her eyes turned a bit crimson, and I could clearly feel that she needed me. "Are you hungry, my Prince?" I asked while pulling down my collar to reveal a small patch of skin on my collarbone. "Yes, it has been a long time." She bit down. Her fangs pierced my skin, causing a stinging pain. As blood drained away, my limbs felt inexplicably weak. But soon, she stopped feeding. She gently licked the wound with the tip of her tongue. The wound felt numb; the stinging pain vanished, and the bleeding stopped. "My apologies." The Prince seemed to feel she had gone too far, but this was simply my duty to fulfill. "You need not apologize, my Prince." "I don't know why, but your blood seems very special. Although you are a hybrid, it lacks that unpleasant, raw, fishy smell. It is very clean." Being needed by the Prince is my good fortune. In fact, I am a little happy because I am special to her. The Prince does not like to drink synthetic blood, saying it tastes like plastic—even though she has never eaten plastic. The Prince also does not like to drink human blood, because she says human blood has a fishy, raw smell. I once wondered, before I existed, what did the Prince survive on? The Prince only replied helplessly: "I would barely drink some synthetic blood, then go to sleep to block out the feeling of hunger." "Now that you have me, my Prince, you no longer have to endure that feeling."
"Offering everything to the Prince."