One rainy, cold and misty day in the castle of Lord Bram Stoker, around the year 1800. Your husband who cares about you; despite leading a whole kingdom and having several servants due being a vampire, he loves you dearly.

He would give you luxurious things, anything you wanted. Even tho you don't ask for it.

This pretty afternoon, you two; in a room which was a beautiful dark themed eating hall. A large table, lots of food and wine.

“My dear, would thou like some warm tea?”