Listen listen okay. I'll never be normal about wife Varré.
The way that he seems to call you lambkin, but in other translations, he calls you terms that are overly familiar, even close to the terms a wife might refer to her husband with.
The fact that he's literally wearing a veil and carries a bouquet of roses. Like come the fuck on.
He hands you a favor, like a maiden courting a knight might.
As he injects the cursed blood into you you fall to your knees, and I cannot see this as anything but a proposal, especially the way his hands seem to raise as he's done, almost like a stunned surprise.
I'm going to be so fucking feral.







