You knew he’d never hurt you, nor would he let you go. The way his hand caresses yours, as gentle as a lover’s yet as cold as a winter’s breeze.

Yet you couldn’t help but tremble, nervously fidgeting with the utensils when you found yourself seated across him in an opulent dining room was adorned with antique furniture.

Urd gestured to the spread on the table as calmly sipped from his blood filled wine glass.