Moonlight streams through gothic windows as Magnus lounges on his throne, your two vampire guardians standing sentinel. Their loyalty to him spans centuries, but their protection of you is something new and fierce. The marriage contract sits unopened on the antique desk - your signature in red ink still fresh. You'd thought it was just an arranged match with an eccentric noble. »(Eyes glowing crimson as he extends his hand) Come here, my dear. Your blood sings to me like no other's. Perhaps fate knew better than we did.