"I never wanted to be a part of this," I heard the seeming irritation in his voice. His earlier blue eyes were back to normal and I could clearly see how bitter his stare was. He stopped his meal as if he had lost his appetite because of our conversation. The clenching of his left fist did not escape my sight either.

"I... I don't know what to say," there was a hint of defeat in my voice, and I just averted my gaze since I didn't know what to say to him. I had no idea what the Goddess of the Moon was up to, and I didn't understand her either.

"Don't you have any alcohol in this freaking world?" he asked irritably, and I shifted my gaze to him. I could see conflicting emotions in him, but the annoyance was obvious. Yes! We have alcohol in this world, we also have the right to drink because not only mortals face problems in life.

"You don't have to bother looking any longer," I responded hurriedly, and he frowned at me. I wasted no time and instantly stood up, lifted the fabric covering the table, and took a huge bottle of alcohol and swiftly placed it on the table. His eyes widened in surprise as he realized there was liquor underneath.

"Why do you have that?" he instantly asked, his brow was raised. I immediately grinned because this mortal possessed sass, but I quickly realized why I have liquor in the first place.

"If your seducing isn't working, simply use this," uncle said as he handed me the bottle of liquor, which I accepted without hesitation.

"What am I going to do with this?" I inquired again, and he smiled. I have a hunch you're delighted when I'm pissed, however when I give mother an attitude, she'll definitely pour cold water on me.

"Just get him drunk and take advantage of him," he stated then laughed as he saw my eyebrows rise even higher at him.

"What do you think of me, uncle? Is he that lucky that a princess like me will rape him?" I asked, crossing my arms and blocking them to my chest as if someone was about to touch them.

"I suppose, if you're not destined to have a child, you have no intention of being touched by anyone. A virgin vampire princess like iww," he laughed, mimicking human sassiness when speaking their language. Entrante! Uncle is consuming my patience.

"What's wrong with that? At least they can stare! No touch!" I instantly growled at him, which only made him laugh even more, as if he enjoyed the fact that I was losing my cool. Uncle, you haven't changed much. I used to rush to my mother, as I cry when you tease me, but now we can claw each other!

"You're old, Vreihya, but you still don't have any experience," he chuckled again. "Why?" I ask, "Is it really necessary to have an experience uncle?"

"Oh, Vreihya, you're so defensive!" he cut me because he knew my patience was running thin and I was about to push him.

"Coming from you uncle ah! Why? Do you already have experience? Have you been touched? Have you been kissed?" I smirked, but he fell silent and blushed, averting his gaze.

My brow furrowed because what was up with that reaction? I realized everything a few moments later, so I immediately smiled and chuckled, and he turned to me, "You still don't have any experience, uncle?" I'm the one who's grinning now, holding back my laughter because he's starting to blush.

"Iww! A virgin royal vampire!" I teased, giving him a taste of my vengeance for what he had said to me earlier. As a result, he is now the one who protests. I'll be delighted because I can only get revenge once.

"Nothing, I just miss drinking," I lied to him since I can't say I'll use it to take advantage of him because, first and foremost, that would imply that I'm not attractive and that I need such booze to tempt him. Second, I seem to be in such dire need of a man.

To be honest, I don't drink much since I don't have a high tolerance; I merely appear to drink because it's required whenever there are guests at the palace for a celebration. He instantly took the bottle on the table and opened it. Do I even need to mention that he may need to slow down because he is new with the alcohol of our world?

I'll just let him drink because we might argue when I stop him. I expected him to drink from a glass, but my mouth dropped wide as he drank directly from the bottle. He took a mouthful and pulled the bottle away from his mouth before completely swallowing the liquor.

"Damn... That's bitter!" he struggled to utter while coughing as if choking, there was a trace of bitterness on his face, but his face was still extremely perfect even though the bad taste of the liquor was clear in his expression. When will this man's appearance become unappealing?

I was in the midst of such a thinking when he collapsed from his seat. I instantly approached him and grabbed his emaciated body. His drinking had immediately rendered him intoxicated.

"Why... didn't you warn me about that darn alcohol?" Because of his severe drunkenness, he speaks with difficulty and with a slight tilt of his mouth. After a while, I carried him as if we were newlyweds, thus the situation was reversed because I was the one carrying his limp body. Why do I feel like I'm the knight in shining armor here?

Due to his alcohol intoxication, I raised an eyebrow when I saw his lovely face again. Entrante! It's still early in the morning, yet he's troubling me again! I appear to be his servant. What if I just toss this man away?

I was going to carry him into the castle when I spotted some dirt on his clothes and even on his body. Why have I only just seen this filth?

"Because you're just starring at his gorgeous face as well as on his lips!" My brows immediately raised when I heard my own mind seem like answering my question. He appeared to be asleep in my arms.

"Mino! You need to clean yourself!" I said, and for some reason, he nodded slowly, as if he could hear me and his perception was still working.

"Sho-shower! Yeeey!" he exclaimed, his eyes still closed, and he seemed excited, as if he couldn't wait to take another bathe. When I let go of his legs, he immediately stood up, but I put my arm over him to support him because he still seemed lethargic and stooped down with his eyes closed, emotionless.

"Come on! You need to walk!" I said angrily as I took a step forward, but he didn't move. You're turning me into a servant! You are quite fortunate in this regard!

"Minoooooo!" I tapped his cheek while he was still hunched over. "Wake up! You need to take a bath!" I was annoyed but he nodded. He looked liked a lifeless cloth on my shoulder. I have no plans to bathe him, therefore he should bathe himself.

"Mom?" I immediately heard his faint call for his mother, as well as his sluggish breathing as though encouraging himself.

"Why... are you just giving me up?" his words were heavy and slow, but I didn't pay attention to them as I help him sat down on the ground near his chair, I adjusted his back so he could lean better, but I was surprised when he yanked my hold away from him.

"Why are you caring for me now, Mom? You and Dad just gave me away!" he hiccupped and shook his head, I clutched his shoulder to keep his head away from hitting the chair.

"Shut up, Mino! I am not your mom!" I yelled as he continued to move. He will lose his balance as a result of too much movement. I quickly looked at him as he smirked and gently opened his eyes to look at me, but the drunkenness was clear in his eyes.

"Mom? I think you never...ever...loved me!" he said quietly, like if I were his mother. I was going to say something when I noticed tears welling up in his eyes. Is he going to cry? I could feel his shoulder trembling as he began to sob. Tears quickly streamed from his eyes, halting my movement even further. Damn! Those tearful eyes! I just see anguish and disappointment.

"I... I'm terrified, mom, but... you and dad had given up on me!" his voice was distorted, as were his sobs, as he stared straight ahead. "You have no clue, mom... dad, how terrifying this place is?" his voice gradually became a whisper as he grieved even more, his eyes welling up with tears.

My mouth slightly agape because this is the first time I had just seen a man who appeared to have been hurt and left terribly. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel sympathy for him.

"Look at me, mom, don't you feel sorry?" he asked softly as he slumped forcefully due to dizziness, his shoulder trembling even more with his cries. Entrante! To keep my tears from falling, I instantly looked up. Vreihya! Stop! You are not obliged to feel sorry for him. You are still one of the reasons he's feeling this.

"Mom... please let me die... don't let me...suffer any longer," I heard his feeble cry for me while feeling his embrace on my waist and his forehead crushed on my chest but not in a sunken way because his face still had space. I couldn't keep it together any longer, and tears spilled down my cheeks. He shuddered again as he hugged me pleadingly.

"I may be mad at you, mom... but I still... I still love you!" he exclaimed, as his crying and sobbing increased even more. I should be laughing at him right now since he's a man and he cried like this.

I should be proud because he show how weak mortals are. I should be happy to see a human being so frail and broken, but all I can feel now is pity and sympathy for him. When you are deeply hurt by those you hope will not abandon you, whether you are a man or a woman, you will surely grieve.

It's painful to be in a scenario or a world where you don't know what to do and you're puzzled, the people who should protect you from that feeling are the ones who let you face it. Entrante! Why do I believe everything is my fault? Because of his present state, my guilt is eating me. He kept crying, as though he was exhausted.

"Just... let me rest mom... I don't want to be this terrified and away from you!" he drew me closer, as if he preferred a stronger hug and comfort. I was at a loss as to what I should do or say to calm him down.

I can't just return him to his world since that would mean the end of mine. I realize it appears selfish and cruel, but I adore this world and my family. I'm here to fulfill a prophecy that was given to me.

I can't stay in this position for long, and I'd prefer we always dispute than this. He must be tough in order to survive in this world. There's nothing I could do about his situation, but there's something I could do to help him cope with his fear.

When his embrace widened, I gently touched his shoulder. I no longer struggled to push him away from me so I could see his face. His bloodshot and exhausted eyes greeted me. I felt sorry for him! I could tell he was terrified, fatigued, and hurt by what was going on, but I couldn't prevent it.

"I will promise you one thing, Mino!" I began to say, despite the fact that he was only looking at me faintly, like if he lacked strength. "I shall be your strength!" I assured him tenderly. "I will protect you from future harm!" I seem to want to say additional words as a promise to him.

"I will help you survive this world, and that... would be an unbreakable vow!" my eyes burned bright red, and pollens from a nearby flower traveled in the air he breathed, and upon smelling it, his body slumped and fell into a deep sleep.

I am Vreihya Amely Zecillion, a princess that came from the strongest royal family of this world will promise to take care of him regardless of the fact that we both hate each other.