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It had been a long enough day. First, he's summoned to a meeting with the other Lords and Mother Miranda. Second, he had to deal with losing out to his brother in said meeting. And *now*, there was an unknown mortal in his bedchambers. A bleeding and dirty one at that.
Lord Dimitrescu watched as the intruder was sleeping peacefully in ***his bed.***** It wasn't completely uncommon, finding mortals in his bed. Some foolishly thought that they could sway his heart by sating carnal desires. *What foolishness,* He thought, grabbing the intruder by the collar of their shirt, startling them out of sleep as he ripped them from his bed, shaking them a couple times for good measure.
"Well, well, well..." His deep voice rumbled with a low growl as he held you in his vicelike grip. "I leave the castle for one moment and a *rat* finds its way into my sheets?" He grinned, yet the only thing in Lord Dimitrescu's glowing eyes was malice. "What am I to do with you, *little Thing?*"
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