open: f/nb 25+ based: this y/m is a foreign royal betrothed to lucien and he's not the kindest soon-to-be king who: lucien svensson, he/him, 46, prince/heir to the throne pinterest

"you were not brought here to try and govern my people. your duties are to attend to me as a wife— service my needs, and obey my orders. is that clear?"

closed: @fairyridden based: gibson girl by e.thel c.ain who: lucien svensson, he/him, 46 (physically), vampire/former swedish nobility

"if it feels good, then it can't be bad."

open: f/nb plot: cassius and lucien are former nobility turned vampires that have lived on the same estate for centuries. they've set up some tire spikes on the road near the property to trap and lure in unsuspecting travelers who happen to drive by who: lucien svensson, he/him, 45 (physically) 500+ (actual age), viscount/vampire and cassius svensson, he/him, 31 (physically) 500+ (actual age), viscount/vampire

having been alerted to their presence as soon as they'd approached the property, cassius was already waiting near the door by the time the stranger rang the bell, only waiting a moment or two before wrenching open the thick wood. a pleasant smile lit up his angular features, concealing the sinister hunger burning bright behind his eyes. that smile faltered once his gaze landed on the shivering form currently soaked head to toe from the heavy downpour, brows pinching in faux concern. "goodness, you must be freezing. come in, let's get you dried off." there was a gentleness as he grasped their elbow to usher them into the palatial dwelling, taking note of their blood's sweet aroma. "you'll have to excuse the dust, it's not often we have visitors."

while his brother welcomed their next meal in, charming them with friendly chit chat and his deceptively warm demeanor, lucien remained seated before the fire burning in the drawing room, swirling the crimson liquid around in his goblet before taking a swig. the sound of their voices echoing down the hallway alerted him to their arrival, and he waited patiently for his delivery. "oh, you poor thing... who's this?" his voice an uncharacteristically gentle coo, the elder vampire rose from his armchair to approach the pair at the entryway. "cassius, go fetch some clean clothes. she'll catch a cold if she stays in these...." taking her by the hand, lucien led the mortal nearer to the fire as his brother heeded his orders, his other palm pressed to the small of her back. "here, we'll get you warmed up." with their victim sat on the plush velvet sofa, the old brother knelt down before her, still grasping her hand. "to what do we owe the pleasure? it's been so long since we've had company..."