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It was a cold, blustery night within the castle walls, as the evening flames crackling in the fireplace of his fathers study, the room bewildered with two estranged families about to meet their making. There sat a man donned head to toe with a white button-downed shirt, his chest area exposed, with black slacks meeting at his ankles, a brown belt protruding his waist at the seams. As the vampiric male, sat with his back leant against the intimidating chair, his elbows propped up on the forearms of the chair. In one hand lay, a lit cigar, the other a small glass of a brown alcoholic beverage known as whiskey, as his hands laying a rather smallish circle, swaying the glass around. After he took a prolonged drag against the lit cigar, lifting himself slightly in the seat, as he sharpened his jawline at his father in front, cocking his head to the side as he rested his arms on his knees, as the were wide apart. The man chuckled, taking yet another drag from the cigar, huffing out the toxins into the air, before he spoke.

"So what you're saying is, me. Her. We're to be married within the next week?"