Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-26288702-20170331194756

Armata:"So, that is Deidre's fate. Such a waste of a noble woman, and you."

His reserve is still strong, but his well up. Instead water, red drops from his eyes, a true Vampire's tears. Quickly he pulls his handkerchief out and wipes his eyes, trying not to break his composure in front of his guards and more. Armata tucks away his handkerchief and straightens up.

Armata:"I confess, in light of this information, I am surprised you would even seek me out. You really desire my affection, Astride? You truly desire to be raised by my hands?"