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Leon and Trefor sharing a moment. I'm 90 sure Trefor was made for Netflixvania, but the idea of a celt and frenchman being friends makes me happy. I also ship it. Trefor who had been by his side all this time, who loved him beyond words--

The Drowned Woods - Emily Lloyd-Jones

Rating: 3/5 stars

Once upon a time, the kingdoms of Wales were rife with magic and conflict - and eighteen-year-old Mererid, or Mer, is well acquainted with both. As the last living water diviner, she can manipulate water with magic, and it’s a skill many would kill to possess. 

For years, Mer has been running from the prince who bound her into his service and forced her to kill hundreds with her magic. Now all Mer desires is a safe, quiet life far from power and politics. But that peace is disrupted when Mer’s old handler returns with a proposition: use her abilities to bring down the very prince who abused them both.

With a motley crew of allies–including a fae-cursed young man, the lady of thieves, and a corgi that may or may not be a spy–Mer must decide whether to run for the rest of her life or stand and fight for the true freedom she’s long desired.

Part heist novel, part dark fairy tale, this immersive and ethereal fantasy from acclaimed author Emily Lloyd-Jones will enchant readers until the very last page.

Leon Belmont: Thanks for your help. What’s your name?

Trefor: Trefor.

Leon Belmont: I love it. The Belmonts shall remember you. And if you follow me into battle, we shall make out.

Trefor: Sure.

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Marie Belmont: We’ll call him, Trefor Belmont. After the man that Leon Belmont liked to make out with.

Gabriel Belmont: I sense he’s gonna hate us for that. We’ll nickname him Trevor.

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Trevor: Oh God, I think Sypha’s having a little one... she better not name them Trefor if I die.

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Trevor: Sypha, why did you teach the babies to say Treffy?

A bunch of Belmont Babies twacking their father.

Belmont Babies: Treffy, Treffy, Treffy!

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Alucard: Hello, welcome to the village of Tre-

Trevor: It’s Belmont! This is Village Belmont.

Alucard: Welcome to Treffy.

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Trevor: We’re grandparents! What are you going to call our grandbaby, Simon?

Simon: Trefor, Dad. Trefor Belmont, your grandson.

Trevor: ...

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Trevor: Another grandbaby Belmont! Please don’t-

Belmont Daughter: Don’t worry, Papa, we’re not calling her Trefor.

Trevor: Good.

Belmont Daughter: She’s a Treffy.

Trevor: NOOOOOOOOOOO.

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Richter Belmont: So, Alucard, you knew Trevor Belmont.

Alucard: I knew many of the Trevor, Trefor, and Treffy Belmonts. His kids named their kids Trefor or Treffy to mess with him. But it would never compete with naming my village Treffy.

Richter Belmont: Which gives me an idea. If my dumb ass survives, I’ll name my kid Trefor Belmont. Annette would be into that.

Maria Renard: I’m a distant Belmont relative. There is a Treffy down my family tree. And if I got kids, I’ll name them all Treffy!

Alucard: Well done, my students. 

Meanwhile in the Afterlife

Trevor Belmont: Oh no. I sense... idiots descendants making plans to name their kids after me.

Sypha: Oh I sense it too. But you can’t do a thing about it.

Original Trefor: Get over it Trevor Belmont. (Continues making out with Leon.)

Marie Belmont: Son, you don’t have to hate your name so much.

Simon: Treffy Belmont.

Counter Woman: You're here to pick him up?

Trefor! This cutie is a ghost at the inn. Appearing often as a white orb in many of the rooms, sometimes seeming to chase off a dark shadow figure in the hallways. Rarely will someone see a full-bodied apparition of a young man in a white three-piece suit standing in the bar, but when they do employees will happily declare that it's the well mannered Trefor and that his appearance means good luck. (Or rather that he won't allow Calcibur to harass them during their stay but they try not to mention the dark poltergeist.)