Proudly did I sit upon my throne, a seat forged from blood and bone.
My skin marred with evidence of war, I was scarred and bruised. I was wounded and battered but it was a war I would never lose.
The taste of blood on my lips, my fangs were sharpened by flesh. Eyes flashing with moonlight, a wolf howled inside my chest.
They made me a ruler and a King, I made them suffer and bleed. Feared more than fear itself, I was born to lead.
The moment I saw her, my eyes filled with fear. She scared me more than my demons, for them I learned to bear.
Her eyes were wild with hope, although I knew it wouldn't be long until she knew me for the monster I was. Fate had finally done wrong.
She could never know, I would hide it well. For how could she learn to love a monster that could never love himself?