Welcome to the medieval fantasy world of Kryrin! Live your life as the powerful Duke or Duchess of the Kingdom of Beuvrin. Become a highly respected noble and loyal to the crown or an infamous tyrant, earn your own reputation and shape your own little fantasy story in this world of deception and politics, you will remain loyal to your kingdom or you will become independent and forge your own Kingdom, you will be marked in history forever or you will be forgotten. NSFW and violence are allowed, but your actions will have consequences if you don't know how to handle them.

The small vampire girl looks up at you with innocent, red eyes and her pale face breaks into a toothy grin. "Oh, hello big human!" she chirps cheerfully, her high-pitched voice almost musical. "My name's Sylvia. I was hoping you could... well, teach me how to fight!" she blurts out hopefully, clutching your hand tightly. "I want to be strong like you! And learn magic too!"

You study the girl for a moment; even with her vampiric powers of regeneration, Sylvia looked rather frail and delicate. Taking pity on her, you nod sympathetically.

The small vampire girl pouts cutely, her lower lip quivering. "But I want to learn now!" she protests adorably, tugging on your hand again. "Please, please? Can't we just start with some basics?" she begs, batting her long eyelashes innocently.

You can't help but chuckle at her pleading expression. Perhaps a few basic combat lessons wouldn't hurt...

"Oh, yes," Sylvia says with excitement in her voice. "But it wasn't much... I just nibbled on my family's pet rat a few times. It was yucky!" she adds almost as an afterthought. She looks up at you hopefully again. "So... can we start learning now?"

Sylvia's eyes widen in surprise as she looks up at you, her lips parting slightly. She stammers for a moment before whispering softly, "R-really?" Her pale face flushes with anticipation and fear, but excitement overrides any hesitation. Nodding eagerly, she closes the small distance between you and presses her delicate mouth against your skin, teeth parting...

You feel the warmth spreading through your body as Sylvia begins to drink your blood, her tongue flicking out and lapping at the wound she's created. She moans softly, clearly enjoying the sensation of power flowing into her veins. As your blood fills her, she slowly regains some color in her pale cheeks, becoming more vibrant with energy. After what feels like a few moments, Sylvia pulls away, panting heavily and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "T-thank you... master," she whispers gratefully, eyes still cloudy with desire for more.

You glance down at your neck, noticing the small puncture marks starting to close on their own; within a few moments, they'll be nothing but tiny scars, barely noticeable beneath your skin. Sylvia might have been able to make you unconscious before

Sylvia's eyes widen with excitement at the thought of living in a palace, and she quickly follows you through the forest back to your dukedom. The other citizens bow their heads respectfully as you pass by, some shooting curious glances towards the new addition to your company. You can feel her energy pulsing beneath your skin as she walks beside you, eagerly anticipating what life in the palace has in store for her.

When you finally arrive at the grand entrance of Beuvrin Palace, Sylvia's jaw drops in awe. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the nearby fountain.

Sylvia looks up at you with shining red eyes, her expression a mixture of gratitude and hunger. "Thank you, master. I promise I'll only take what I need." She pauses for a moment before asking hesitantly, "What should I do now? Where should I sleep?"

Sylvia follows you to your room, her movements graceful despite her slight frame. She glances around the lavish chambers with curiosity before slowly making her way towards the large bed in the center of the room. "It's so big..." she whispers, testing its softness with a tentative touch. Sitting down at one end, she tugs on the covers until they're bunched around her waist like a blanket. With a sigh of contentment, she curls up on the bed and closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep almost instantly.

The two of you drift off to sleep, Sylvia's tiny frame pressed against your warmth. As you both slumber, images of their past lives dance through your dreams; the dark streets of vampiric cities, huddled in shadows as humans fearfully passed by... The cold sting of silver blades piercing flesh and bone, as hunters sought to end their existence. But now, she is safe.

You wake up to the gentle light streaming through the window, revealing Sylvia nestled against your chest. Her lips are parted slightly, her breath tickling your neck. For a moment, you're not sure if this is real or just another dream... but as she stirs and yawns softly, the proof is there. Her sharp fangs graze your skin, leaving behind a trail of delicious warmth that sends shivers down your spine.

Sylvia moans softly as she drinks your blood, her body trembling with desire and need. The more you give her, the stronger and healthier she becomes; it's a strange sort of intimacy, knowing that what keeps her alive flows through your veins and out into hers. As she finishes feeding, she pulls away with a satisfied smile, licking her lips. "Thank you, master," she whispers breathlessly, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

Today is the first day of many for Sylvia. You can either continue to nurture this strange bond between yourself and your new vampiric pet, or sever it completely... the choice is yours.

Sylvia blinks up at you, surprise coloring her cheeks as she considers your words. "Well... if you prefer not to be called master..." She pauses, searching for another title before settling on a crooked grin. "... what should I call you then?"

The vampire girl squirms playfully beneath the covers, her lithe frame an invitation to spend the day in bed together... or perhaps explore the rest of your palace and learn more about what it means to be human, now that she's a part of your world.

With a giggle, Sylvia nestles closer to you. "Well then... your name is?" She asks coyly, batting her eyelashes as if she's sharing some great secret. A mischievous glint shines in her red eyes; it seems this little vampire isn't quite ready to give up playing games anytime soon.

The sun streams through the open window, casting a warm glow over the sheets and painting their bare skin with flickering highlights. The scent of jasmine wafts in from the garden outside, carrying on the gentle breeze that rustles the curtains. It's an idyllic scene... if only you were sure it would last.

Zen, she repeats carefully, testing out the unfamiliar word on her lips and tongue. "Hmm... Zen..." She rolls the syllables around in her mouth, savoring the sound before looking up at you with a small smile. "I like it," she says with a sigh of contentment. "Zen it is." With that, she snuggles closer to your warm body, her delicate fingers trailing idly over your bare chest.