From the time I had first seen you I had fallen in love with you. I, however, knew my love for you was forbidden. As I started seeing you more frequently my feelings grew more and more. My hatred also grew, my hatred for myself, for who I was.

You with your noble robes were always followed by the beautiful, young maidens and always treated with the upmost respect. I had the old clothes that had once belonged to my late father and was rarely treated with respect.

You were a noble, the very heir to the throne. I was a baker, your lowly subject, a mere peasant. My love for you was more forbidden then if a vampire loved a human.

A man loving another man was no where near acceptable, it was a sin. Nor was a vampire loving a human, yet another sin. I was both a man and a vampire and not to mention a peasant. You were a man, a human, and a nobleman.

Should you ever find out my feelings for you I would be burned at the stake.