Editing Meet the Primarchs (Warhammer High) (section)

==Meeting Roboute Guilliman==
The deep voice from the next room was stern but kindly.

"Young lady, while you live under my roof you will obey my rules, understand? When you move on you can make your own decisions. Although I hope you'll take to heart these lessons."

"Fine" Roberta said, audibly annoyed. She stuck her head around the doorway and spoke quickly to her boyfriend.

"Dad wants to talk to you."

"Don't make it sound like such a chore, darling." chuckled the deeper voice. "Come in, my boy. It's alright."

The young man swallowed and stepped into the lion's den.

The room was vast and brightly lit. Cabinets filled with trophies lined the walls, immaculately framed pennants and medals occasionally spacing them out. Roberta sat on the arm of one large sofa. She smiled briefly before rolling her eyes and nodding towards her father.

He was magnificent, there was no denying it. Even reclining in a large armchair he dominated the room, exuding an aura of pure strength. His blue poloshirt stretched taut against hard muscles, his blue eyes sparkled with good natured humour. He smiled warmly and gestured for the young man to sit down.

"Come, please."

"Thank you Mr. Guilliman."

"Oh please, nobody calls me that any more. Call me 'my Liege'..."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Ha! Don't worry, old army joke. Seriously, just call me Dad."

"Oh... um... Ok."

"So, my little Princess has been talking a lot about you. I'm impressed! Good grades, sportsman, excellent attendance. That's good. Shows discipline. I like that. I wrote the book on it, actually. I don't suppose you've read it? No? Have this one. Author's copy, I've got a million of them. I give one to all of my baby's potential boyfriends. Most have one of their own already, but it never hurts to be sure."

Sam heard Roberta groan and mutter "Here we go again". Feeling as though he was failing some test somehow, he tried to regain control of the conversation.

"Uh... lots of trophies here, sir."

"Ah yes, I was quite the competitor in the old days. Used to play professionally even. Probably before your time, but I'll give you a hint - blue and white uniforms, U shaped logo. That's all I'm saying. Plus some army memorabilia, service awards, that sort of thing."

Roberta coughed irritably

"Oh yes, and Roberta keeps her own awards here, don't you honey? Just this shelf at the moment, but that'll change soon. She's like her old man in that respect, isn't that right honey? The ol' Guilliman genes."

Roberta groaned and exited quickly, saying

"I've had enough of this. Sam, I'll meet you out front in a minute. Later Dad."

Roboute smiled warmly and waved after his daughter.

"Good bye, honey, be back by nine. Remember, family rules!"

Sam got up to follow her, but was held in place by the larger man's hand on his shoulder.

"Son, I'm going to give you some advice. I love my daughter. I love her very much, and I want only what's best for her. I suggest you think long and hard about whether it would be better if you were just friends. She's heading for the top, and she might want someone a little more.... how can I put this... compatible?"

Sam swallowed and said "Maybe she should choose who she wants to be with, Mr. Guilliman"

Guilliman grip increased slightly, the mask of civility dropping for a fraction of a second. Then he laughed and slapped Sam on the back.

"Maybe you're right. Perhaps I'm overreacting. Go on, get out, I've got a phone call to make.

Guilliman waited until he heard the door close again before he reached for the phone.

"Orar? Yeah, it's me. I'm fine, thanks for asking. And yourself? Good, good. How's that boy of yours? He must have grown quite a bit since I last saw him...