He was a prince of the past, helping his father rule the night alongside friends and soldiers. He lived in a castle, surrounded by small towns and villages, your classical old-age scene. The only difference is that there are creatures that lurk in the night, and rule the land. The prince, as well as his father and small army of soldiers were vampires. The soldiers feed from their war victims, though some take it into their own hands to rape the wives and children of those they killed in war. It’s a common scene in those days, and though the prince has tried, nothing could have been done about it.
The people lived in fear, afraid to be the prince’s next meal. Eventually, they could not stand it anymore. The humans team up with creatures of the forest, werewolves, and overthrow the prince. Killing every last vampire they can find. But the hunter in charge of killing the royal family pitied the prince. He saw good in the teen’s eyes and spared him. Putting a spell on him, keeping him alive but immobile, sending him to a world of dreams.
It has been hundreds of years and the castle is now a popular tourist attraction in modern Ireland. There are stories of it being owned by vampires, but how many people believe it? One tourist/local does when they stray from the tour group to inspect an old rotten shed in the courtyard. The shed was locked, but the metal was rusted and easily broken. Inside the shed sat various tools and supplies for upkeep the courtyard, but the most peculiar was a wooden coffin. It was most likely an exhibit for the museum, but what a strange place to store it. It was rotted and not cared for at all, the thing should have just been dumped!
What was inside it though? The human was curious and peeked inside. The lid was light, just a wooden lid meant to hide the dead body, not seal it in like modern coffins. What was inside looked like a corpse who had been sealed, though, and preserved! There were no signs of aging on him, and he looked like he was asleep; the being was laying on his side, gripping a necklace in his hands. his chest rose and dropped with air and his eyes moved rapidly with dreams under their protective lids. The only thing keeping him asleep was a protective seal. The easiest way to break it was if a descendant of the hunter who cast it touched him.