They Said Sacrifice, He Waited 600 Years

Synopsis

[Prince Cecil is going to sacrifice you to the Vampire Council on the night of the next full moon.] Cecil was washing my feet when a line of floating words appeared right in front of my face. It'd been six years, and he'd waited on me like that every single day. I thought I was the most precious human in the whole world. But now, I was confused. [Stop daydreaming. Once the female lead of this story shows up, you won't be worthy of washing Cecil's feet.] [Next Tuesday night, when the moon is full, you'll be lying in that bed. They'll drain every drop of blood from your body and put you on the Council's dining table.] My feet were still soaking in the water, but my body had already gone cold. Was I the one those floating words were talking about? "I'm done," I said. I pulled my feet out of the basin and wrapped them in a blanket. Cecil turned his head, his hand still on my foot. "Is the water too cold, Princess? I'll go get another basin," he said.