"I tire of claiming sibblings I do not have. We will buy you a ring somewhere and claim you are my wife. None will question us rooming together that way." He spoke as he leaned back against the seat of the carriage more. That pain returning. It would come and go until it got bad and he has a break down. After that he will be fine.

"Shall I be Hamlet then? Fitting." He chuckled. "No, I will keep the name I bare, it is my middle name after all. Is there a last name you fancy, Miss Ophelia?" he spoke as he crossed his arms over his ribs closing his eyes. Finally admitting. "Destorying ones sire after being trapped in a blood spell brings a horrid pain. Do not fret if I start to react badly."