"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

Being overtaken by vampires and turned into slaves was life-changing, but for Ellanore, being sold to Raphael Petrovic was definitely life-changing. She's use to moving from home to home, but moving into a house with two brothers who both seem to take interest in her was the highest point on the scale of weird. Did I forget to mention that they're vampires, excluding Ellanore. . . Well they are and being stuck between two strong, determined vampires is not how Ellanore expected her stay at the Petrovic's to be, and she definitely didn't expect to fall for one. Having her mind over powered with the thought of leaving and staying Ellanore tries to figure out what she wants without causing any problems. But if you throw in some drama, lies, and delusional girls then someone's bound to get hurt in the end.