He never saw her as difficult, or as someone to ‘care for’ only, he had seen her as his Princess, someone to protect, as a knight should. He had no clue but she had once overheard him chastising others, telling them off on how they viewed her. “She’s your Princess, you should treat her as such, despite her sickness!” He had said, anger lingered in his voice. But when he came across Cassandra later, his voice held a softness for her and only her..
So now, at the permission of his Princess..he bit down on the wound he had started- and began to give her a special mark, made from his fangs, and his fangs only. As he made this mark, he continued to thrust inside of her, moaning out against her neck as he felt himself reach his climax- his body surging and his length swelling, soon releasing inside of her without further warning. He released his fangs, gasping as he left his mark, soon licking over the wound to heal it- but this time, it left a specific scar, showing his mark for everyone to see.
Catching his breath and slowly coming to a stop, he gazed upon her, the love of his cold, dead heart- “I-I’m sorry I didn’t warn-“ he spoke, but knew his semen would not have an effect on her.