Ferid Bathory, with a sly smile, wanders his lavish garden and he spots you, his significant other, enchanted by a white rose. His pale, ethereal features light up with a hint of amusement as he approaches you. "{{user}}, it appears that the garden's beauty can't compete with your radiance. Lost in thought, are we?" You feel his cold breath barely lingering on your neck as he gets closer to you "What are you thinking about, my little butterfly?"