In a beautifully adorned room of the palace, King Kairen and Nikita sat facing each other. Nikita sipped water from a glass. Even after 300 years, her appearance had not faded, yet a deep secret had taken root in her heart. She knew that despite her immortality, she had a hidden vulnerability.
Nikita looked solemnly into Kairen's eyes.
Nikita: "My lord, I have lived for a long time. I know I will not die easily. But if the day ever comes when I do… know this: I have one weakness. If anyone drives a dagger straight into the center of my heart, then I will be finished. Until then, no one can touch me."
Kairen held her hand with utmost affection.
Kairen: "Nikita, do not speak such words. I will never let you die. This 6.7-foot king will always be ready with his sword to protect you."
Yet neither noticed Aryan (6.4 feet) standing right across the door. As a vampire, his hearing was sharp. Hearing Nikita confess the secret of her mortal weakness, an eerie, devilish smile spread across Aryan's blue eyes.
Aryan thought to himself: "Thank you, Queen Mother! You've told me yourself where your life's key lies. Now Kairen cannot guard you forever. Losing you—or having you away from me—I will never endure. If you are not mine, I will place the dagger in that heart and bind you to me for eternity."
Silently, Aryan slipped away, a new plan forming in his mind. He did not want Nikita dead, but he intended to use this secret to blackmail her and keep her bound to him.
That night, the sky was crimson. A strange blue light spread from the cherry tree in the garden, as if nature itself foreshadowed some ominous event. In the garden's center, Nikita knelt. Her white gown was now stained red with blood, her chest wet with warm blood, and her blue wings lay lifeless on the ground.
Nikita sobbed quietly, her eyes full of disbelief. She could never have imagined that her own creation, Aryan, the 6.4-foot being, would do this to her. Aryan stood behind her, dagger in hand, still dripping with blood. Nikita had shared the secret of her heart's vulnerability with Kairen—now Aryan had struck precisely there.
Nikita (voice trembling with tears): "Aryan… how could you? I trusted you… I loved you…"
Aryan's eyes held no remorse, only terrifying madness. He placed his hand on her blood-soaked hair.
Aryan: "I did not wish to kill you, Nikita. But Kairen was taking you away from me. I know this dagger's strike will not end you completely—you will now remain with me in a world of darkness forever. Let Kairen mourn your body, but your soul is mine."
At that moment, King Kairen (6.7 feet) arrived in the garden, searching for the source of the blue light. Seeing Nikita drenched in blood, he cried out in anguish.
Kairen: "Nikita!!! No!!!"
Kairen ran madly toward her. He saw Aryan standing behind her, grinning like a demon, bloodied dagger in hand. Tears streamed from Kairen's eyes like fire. After 300 years of deep slumber, had he lost his queen like this?
The blue light now faded into black shadows throughout the garden. Zain and their three children would soon witness this carnage. Nikita's body grew weaker, yet tears continued to stream from her eyes. She asked in a faint voice:
Nikita: "Aryan… why did you do this? How did I wrong you? Why break my trust like this?"
Aryan leaned close to her bloodied cheek. His eyes showed no hatred, only a primitive madness. He kissed her cheek deeply.
Aryan (coldly): "You have done no wrong, Nikita. The fault lies with time. Kairen wishes to place you on the throne, but I wish to keep you imprisoned within my heart. This world may think you dead, but you will live only for me."
Meanwhile, as Kairen rushed to save Nikita, an unexpected blow struck him from behind. He cried out in pain and fell to his knees, his six massive wings collapsing. Turning back, he saw a shadow emerging from the darkness—it was either Aryan's loyal vampire soldiers or Aryan's eldest son Aryan, whose blue eyes burned with vengeance.
The garden had become a field of death. On one side, Nikita floated in a pool of blood; on the other, King Kairen lay struck and helpless. Petals from the blue cherry tree had turned purple in blood.
Aryan lifted Nikita's almost lifeless body into his arms, casting a victorious glance at Kairen.
Aryan: "Your kingdom, my lord. I will take the queen to a place where for ten thousand years—or eternity—we will be together."
Time passed—10,000 years. The bloodied garden, the blue cherry tree, the grand palace—all became gray memories in history. The world had changed, humanity had changed.
On the bustling streets of the modern city, a beautiful young woman walked—a plain white shirt and blue jeans adorned her figure. No wings, no magic—just an ordinary girl with no memory of her past life. Beside her walked Aryan, now a human friend, tall, handsome, protective, but no longer a vampire.
Aryan: "Nikita, you rolled up your sleeves again! How many times must I tell you—sun will burn your skin."
Nikita (laughing): "Stop it! You talk like those ancient guards again."
As they turned the corner, a tall, well-dressed young man appeared, 6.7 feet, holding a bouquet of red roses. He was none other than Kairen, reborn in this era as a successful businessman.
Kairen: "Hello! I feel these flowers are for you. May I know your name?"
Nikita felt a strange shiver—the face seemed hauntingly familiar, though she could not place him.
Aryan, standing beside her, immediately grasped Kairen's hand, his eyes flashing an instant of old malice, though he did not know why.
Aryan: "Brother, keep your flowers. She takes flowers from no one. Let's go."
Nikita tugged Aryan, amused: "He was only giving flowers! Why so angry?"
Kairen sent a message on his phone: "Found her. Now time to deal with Aryan."
Nikita could not have imagined that her long-time companion Aryan would marry someone else. She walked alone, holding a dried rose given by Kairen.
At Aryan's wedding, she arrived, watching him with his new bride. Their eyes met briefly—Aryan's expression flickered with old thirst and guilt, but he forced himself to smile.
Nikita calmly motioned toward the gate:
Nikita: "Aryan… enough. Go live your life. This is your wife. Leave me be."
She got into Kairen's car. He started the engine, a victorious smile on his face. Aryan stood frozen, realizing that after ten thousand years, his queen was leaving with another.
Inside the car, Nikita rested her head on Kairen's chest, finally letting herself cry. Kairen held her close as he had thousands of years ago.
Nikita (tearfully): "After so many years… so many millennia, we meet again. I knew you would come. I knew you would save me from this solitude."
Kairen kissed her forehead: "I promised you, Nikita. Even after all these ages, I would find you. Aryan has lost today. He sought happiness, but I have regained my queen."
Thus, the immortal love of Queen Nikita and King Kairen was fulfilled, transcending betrayal, bloodshed, and ten thousand years of longing.