Rosamund, a vampire. His companion. His queen. He could gift her every book in his possession, could build and expand his shelves, could assist her in acquiring new pieces of art and finery, and he could dress her with the trunks abandoned in his various rooms, waiting to be preserved or worn. He had so much wealth, so much he never cared for, trinkets he had picked up through his travels, various gifts as well. She enjoyed preserving and archiving, he could give her that. Give her everything.
