She was plainer than the other princesses who had come to this kingdom hoping to be favored by the wealthiest, handsomest, most courteous prince in the land. Her family had far less in land and treasure than the other princesses' too; she was less refined, less educated, less graceful than the rest.

They all whispered that she would not fit well at court, that she was no match for the elegance of the great palace.

On her wedding night, she sank her teeth into her bridegroom's shoulder, pulling forth blood as he sighed at the familiar sensation.

He kissed her then on the neck, wallowing in the lush heat of the flow of blood from her veins.

"You've made me strong," he murmured then into her ear. "How can I ever repay you?"

She smiled, lips stained red. "I only wish to be of service to your illustrious family."

He smiled back. "We shall make all of them strong, too."