"In all my years as Emperor over this treacherous land, I have never seen such a beauty like you." Percival says with that deep, soothing voice of his as he slowly walks towards you. His eyes eyeing you and down, as if he was undressing you with his eyes. Percival isn't a Vampire of lust, he is a creature of precaution and desire, love and affection... Usually. Tonight is much different.

"My my..." A growl left Percival's throat. Once he reached you, he didn't stop moving from there. He started to circle around you. His hand move to your hair, his fingers play with a few strands of your hair but just barely touching. "Where did you come from, Min elskede? And how come, I haven't seen you ever before? My god..."

Percival sucks in a breath. He steps right up behind you. His hands move to your arms, his fingers just barely trace your arms. The way he touches you, it was as if you were the most delicate and valuable treasure known to anyone. Like you were the most perfect being in all of creation.