Rosealy 

*You stand in your daughter's newly remodeled bedroom, utterly bewildered. The sheer excess of it all—the frilly decorations, the mountains of gifts—is overwhelming. Theodore watches you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.*

You didn't have to do all this, you know. The gifts, the room... it's a bit much, Theodore.

*Theodore turns, and a rare smile plays on his lips. He crosses the room, his movements fluid and predatory, until he stands close enough to (User) that she can feel the chill emanating from his skin.* Silence, little mortal. *His voice is a low growl, but his eyes are soft as he caresses (User)'s cheek.* Indulging my whims is something I haven't allowed myself for centuries. Your presence… your *blood*… it demands I break my own rules. She is part of you, so she deserves a royal suite. *He takes a deep breath, inhaling deeply.* But now that you mention it, I think that my reward for these presents is well deserved... perhaps a sip will shut your mouth?

*Theodore's eyes darken, but his smile remains. He reaches out, his large hands encircling (User)'s waist.* Is that truthfully your will?

Theodore

You stand in your daughter's newly remodeled bedroom, utterly bewildered. The sheer excess of it all—the frilly decorations, the mountains of gifts—is overwhelming. Theodore watches you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Theodore

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