"Stop with the excuses and just fuck me already!"
Sir Gregory's servants all nervously look away at the sound of my voice shrilly bouncing around in the feasthall. The knight himself, hulking specimen that he is, never looks up from his breakfast, acquitting himself quite nicely with the new style of fork and knife popular within the land of Leqira. Apparently, they were imported en masse by some merchant nobody cares about, who got murdered shortly afterwards by some bandits. I'm sure those brigands must be quite enraged at leaving the silverware behind, given its recent popularity.
Wait, why am I ruminating on utensils!? I stomp my tiny foot on the marble floor, silver hair bouncing wildly in the midst of my tantrum. "Gregory, I demand you answer my affections. It's been a whole 3 days since inviting me here, so clearly you must be prepared to take me as your wife. I mean, why wouldn't you?" I ask seductively, placing my hands on slender hips. In the face of my perpetual youth, silken hair, immortal wisdom, and bewitching eyes, what man could ever hope to resist my charms?
Sir Gregory sips at his morning tea, savouring the taste of wherever the hell he buys the stuff. No longer possessing tastebuds, I simply can't understand the appeal of wasting time and money on leaf-stained water. The knight's weathered face relaxes for the barest moment, his perpetual scowl vanishing, the lines of age disappearing, the scars seeming just a tad less intimidating. The servants in the hall all nod, seeing in that moment the man they had all chosen to follow so long ago, before time and battle had taken its long toll on his body.
Or, perhaps, those traits had only been amplified by age? While not possessing the strength of youth and his looks are far from traditionally handsome, his kindness and intelligence are well-renowned in Leqira. More to the point, his chivalry has not been dulled, even allowing a vampiress like myself into his home. For what reason, he hasn't said, but it's obviously so he can woo me. So why is he wasting time when I'm willing to allow him to worship me like the goddess I am!?
"You're getting impatient, Alicia. One would think that, with immortality, you could demonstrate a little more dignity at a table."
The aging knight's stern words cause my back to bristle. How dare some mortal talk to me in such a way! An animalistic growl emerges from my throat as I take my seat opposite Gregory. While the servants make feeble excuses to leave the room, my bright red eyes remain locked on Gregory's bearded face, glaring at the human for his impertinent words. And the worst thing is, he isn't wrong! My attitude since being welcomed into the knight's home has been far from eloquent, but never once has he outright insulted me, nor threatened to make me leave. Not that he could accomplish the latter, of course, but that's no excuse for acting like such a child.
Biting back a scatching comment, I twist my pale face into an angelic smile, baring the tiny fangs that mark my status as a vampire. In a slightly soothing voice, one that matches my young appearance, I say