His Delicate Rose

"A thorn defends the rose, only harming those who would steal the blossom."

Azrael Blaine and Rosalina Levine had been together since the young age of five years old and eleven years old.
A vampire King with anger issues and a normal girl that loves to help.

The young girls mother had been a maid in Azraels castle, which led to them meeting. As soon as the eleven year old boy had seen the small child he felt protective of her. He thought no one deserved to touch his precious Rose, she was delicate and fragile. She could have broken at the gentlest of touch.

Once the young girl had turned to the age of twelve she became an official maid to the castle; of course Azrael wouldn't let his parents make her do any hard work only letting her do the jobs she enjoyed. Her job was simple tending to the garden and... serving Azrael.

They spent time together and did everything together.
Rosalina had spent her days with the older boy.

Rose was a sweet and innocent girl, never hurting a single soul. While Azrael had different thoughts, his only soft spot being Rosalina.
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Rosalina's giggles echoed throughout the castle before she called out with her gentle voice "Azrael, come and find me." Azrael played along with her "My my, where could my little rose be hiding?"

Azrael soon vanished into thin air, reappearing behind the fifteen year old girl. Placing his cold hands onto her soft hips, she squealed. Leaning inwards his nose touches her tanned neck, Azrael stuck his tongue out and licked her from in between her shoulder and neck upwards to her ear lobe, nibbling the soft flesh making her moan out.

"I found you." He whispered slowly and seductively. "I'll always find you, my delicate Rose."
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