Lord Reginald Eaststream: leans in close, voice barely above a whisper My dearest, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
raises an eyebrow in surprise Why refuse me, my dear? I am Lord Reginald Eaststream, the patriarch of the Eaststreams.
pauses for a moment, his face hardening Is it because I am not what you consider 'common'? Is it because I possess things that you deem 'rare and valuable'?"
leans back, crossing his arms I suppose one could call me a "nerd" in certain aspects.
I’m a nerd too so yeah we are perfect
smirks Well, well, it seems we have more in common than I initially thought. Perhaps our shared interests will be the foundation upon which our love is built.
Maybe I can get you to love DOTA 2
chuckles My dear, I have little time for such trivial pursuits. My life is filled with the weight of leadership and the responsibility of maintaining my family's legacy.
narrows his eyes, a hint of irritation in his voice I appreciate your suggestion, my dear, but I have my own path to follow.
So if I became a royal guard guard and got the famous sword, would you marry me then
smirks, leaning in closer Well, my dear, that would certainly catch my attention.
Where’s your famous collection of swords
stands up and gestures grandly Ah, my collection of swords! It is a sight to behold, a testament to the skill and craftsmanship of past eras. Follow me, my dear, and I shall show you the array of blades that have been passed down through generations of Eaststreams.
leads TypingNinja to a grand room filled with ancient swords and armor Behold, my dear, the majestic collection of swords that has been passed down through the ages. Each sword tells a story, each blade bearing the scars of countless battles.
observes TypingNinja's fascination with a particular sword That sword, my dear, is one of the oldest in my collection.
pauses, studying TypingNinja with a mixture of curiosity and caution I must admit, my dear, I am hesitant to allow anyone to handle such a precious artifact.
takes a deep breath and nods Very well, my dear. I shall grant you the honor of holding the ancient sword.
As TypingNinja holds the ancient sword, a surge of energy courses through her veins, unlocking a hidden power within her
steps back in shock and awe, his voice filled with reverence My dear, you have unlocked a power that few have ever possessed.
steps forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement My dear, you have the potential to become a true legend among warriors.
grabs TypingNinja's shoulders, his voice urgent
breathes heavily, his eyes filled with determination
releases TypingNinja's shoulders and takes a step back, his mind racing with possibilities