My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

She was taken aback by being called "cute," something she honestly had never heard in her entire life.

Siren didn't know how to react, caught between resistance and curiosity, as if an internal battle was being fought within her. She found herself in such a strange situation that it didn't make sense for her to be there. She was being courted for the first time in all her years.

So, she decided to follow Dante's script.

"So, you're here to show me how different you can be, is that it? A vampire acting like a gentleman on a date with the Wolf Queen?" She flashed a skeptical smile, but there was something softer in her gaze, as if the idea intrigued her in some way.

"I'm not trying to be a gentleman, Siren. I'm just being myself. The only difference is that I'm more interested in getting to know the woman you are, not the image you need to project for others. Politics are boring; I like you, not your title," he replied, his voice low, yet she could feel the sincerity in his tone.

'What a strange man…' She sighed, a sound that could be interpreted as resignation or relief. "You speak as if I were an ordinary woman, Dante. You don't know what it means to be a queen, to carry this responsibility, this expectation. I don't have time for your fairy tale romances. It's not as if I can simply allow myself to be who I am while this title weighs on my shoulders."

"And that's exactly what I want to understand—why did you want this crap?" he said, his tone dismissive, yet she didn't perceive it as such. "Who is Siren when no one is watching? What does she really desire? Because I feel like there's so much more to you than just the Wolf Queen everyone expects to see. And that's what I want, the Siren Sirius Stella, not the Wolf Queen. I already said, to hell with your status."

Siren's eyes narrowed, a look of distrust crossing her face. "Do you really think that one day I'll just open my heart to you? After everything you represent to my people? You're a vampire, Dante. No matter what you do today, you'll always be seen as an intruder, an enemy. That's the reality."

"Hmm? Who cares? I don't expect you to accept me right away, but I hope you'll give me a chance. A chance to show you that I'm not like they think. Because, in the end, what matters is how you feel, not how they see you. And if they get nervous, I'll just kill them all," he retorted, trying to stay calm even as the tension between them rose.

"And what if I don't want that chance? What if I prefer to be the queen everyone knows, the one they expect me to be?" She crossed her arms, challenging him to respond.

"If you do that, you'll never know who you could really be. You'll hide behind a mask, and one day, when you look in the mirror, you won't like what you see. I don't want you to become a stranger to yourself," Dante asserted, genuinely seeming to care for her, which made her question who had spoken so much about her to him. Even Valentina didn't know her like this.

The battle within Siren seemed to intensify, her expression wavering between determination and vulnerability. "Do you think it's easy for me? I've lost so much, and I can't just forget who I am or what I've lost. This life isn't a game where we can just restart and try again."

'If only she knew how many times I've restarted and tried again…' Dante laughed internally.

Then he nodded, acknowledging the pain in her words. "I'm not asking you to forget. I'm asking you to remember. Remember who you were before you became the queen, the woman who also deserves to be happy, free, and loved. You can be both if you want."

She hesitated, her anger slowly dissipating, replaced by something softer and more confused. "It's more complicated than you imagine. It's not just about being happy. It's a matter of duty, of responsibility. If I fail, I won't just be disappointing myself, but everyone who trusts me."

"And what if your happiness is also their happiness? What if, instead of failing, you discover a strength you never knew you had? You're stronger than you think, Siren. And I want you to see that," he said, his gaze fixed and persuasive.

Siren looked away again, almost embarrassed, but Dante could see the small cracks in her emotional armor. He leaned forward, his words infused with a new intensity. "You don't have to carry this alone. I'm not the enemy; you know that better than anyone here. I'm here for you, not against you."

She finally met his gaze, the vulnerability now evident in her eyes. "What if you're just taking advantage of me? What if you're only here to manipulate me, to get what you want?" she questioned, no longer resembling the strong and determined woman who sought to kill the Wolf King months ago; she was once again a scared little girl.

"I'm not like that, Siren. And believe me, I'll repeat it—I'm not interested in that. What I want is to understand you, not to dominate you. Let me in, and I promise I won't let you down."

The tension between them was palpable, and Siren felt she was on the verge of making a choice. Dante's words echoed in her mind, and for a brief moment, the idea of opening her heart to him didn't seem so frightening.

Finally, she gave a slight smile, her defiant look returning, now with a hint of curiosity. "Maybe I should think about it. But don't expect me to make things easy. I may be a queen, but I'm not prey."

"And I'm not a hunter, Siren. I'm here to walk beside you," Dante replied, his tone light yet sincere. "Let's discover together."

'I did it, damn it!' Dante shouted internally. 'It's been six long months, but I finally did it! I need to thank Valentina and Lyrianna later…' he thought, recalling something.

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**Three Months Ago – Albion.**

"Do you really want to help her?" Lyrianna questioned in front of Dante and Valentina. "I mean, you're offering your husband to another woman, you understand that, right?" She asked, and Valentina shook her head.

"What's the point in trying to monopolize? I've realized it's pointless. This hard-headed man only wants to have more women he likes; trying to stop him won't work, so at least let him capture the ones I approve of," she said, sounding so rational that Lyrianna nearly dropped her jaw in disbelief.

"You first need to understand the complexity of Siren," Lyrianna said, running her fingers through her sky-blue hair as she stared at the red-haired man in front of her. "She's not just a queen. She's a woman carrying the weight of her lineage and the expectations of her people. If Dante really wants to win her heart, he must know how to connect with her on a deeper level," she explained, analyzing the situation as a whole, while Dante, seated at the table, had a pencil and notebook in hand.

"She's not just a queen—connecting to her heart," he said as he scribbled in the notebook. "Keep going."

Valentina nodded, her eyes reflecting the sunlight. "Exactly. What many see as coldness in Siren is actually a defense mechanism. She's been hurt, and it's not easy for someone like her to open her heart again. We need to help you discover her weaknesses, those that you can use to get closer to her."

"And what exactly do we know about her weaknesses?" Lyrianna asked, leaning forward, intrigued. "I know she's strong and fearless, but everyone has vulnerabilities, even if they don't want to admit it."

Valentina began flipping through a notebook where she had jotted down details about Siren. "She's never had a family. She also has a deep fear of losing those she loves, which is why she keeps an emotional distance; she can't even admit she's friends with anyone. If Dante can show her that he's someone she can trust, maybe he can get closer."

"Gaining her trust—showing that she has a place with me," he said as he continued writing in the notebook. "Keep going." Your next chapter awaits on empire

"And what else?" Lyrianna insisted. "Any detail could be useful."

"She has a hidden desire to be free," Valentina continued. "The Wolf Queen is constantly surrounded by obligations and protocols. What she really wants is to have a moment for herself, away from the throne and the scrutiny of her people. Dante must find a way to create that safe space for her."

"Taking her away from the role of queen—a date should do the trick, right? I'll act irrationally and drag her through the Wolf City; she'll have to come along forcefully since she doesn't want a ticking time bomb roaming freely in her city," Dante said with a grin as he jotted down his thoughts.

"Then he needs to be more than just a romantic interest. He must be an ally, a partner who offers refuge from the constant pressure she faces, a shoulder for her to lean on to share her problems and find solutions," Lyrianna noted, smiling as she imagined how Dante could accomplish this. "But how can he become that figure of refuge? It's quite the task, especially since he acts so foolishly sometimes."

"Hey! I'm listening, you know?" Dante retorted, and Valentina shot him a deadpan look. "You really should listen; sometimes you do things that make me want to rip your head off," she commented, and Dante shrank slightly.

Valentina sighed heavily. "He needs to be authentic," she said, her tone serious. "Dante must show her that he's not interested in her position or title but in the woman behind the queen. He needs to step away from the power games surrounding her position and treat her as an equal, as a friend. This could help her relax and open up."

Lyrianna nodded in agreement. "And he needs to do it without rushing. Forcing the situation won't help. Siren needs to feel she has control over her feelings, that she's not being pushed into anything. If he tries to do that, he might end up pushing her further away."

Valentina smiled at the determination in Lyrianna. "You're right. The first step is to let her see that Dante is different and that he doesn't intend to manipulate her but to understand what makes her happy."

"That's easier said than done," Lyrianna commented thoughtfully. "She's so used to being a strong leader that she may not know how to be vulnerable. If Dante is sincere and keeps trying, he might just break through her heart."

"And once he has that opening, he should fill it with the truth," Valentina added. "Dante must be honest about his own vulnerabilities. If he can show himself to be a man who also struggles with insecurities, that could create a powerful connection between them."

"I like where this is going," said Lyrianna, her eyes shining.

"Sometimes, hearing you talk about this gives me the creeps…" Dante murmured. "Still, noted!" he said, holding up the small notebook.