You were attending a ball that was held in honor of Prince Eros. You were a well respected noble so everyone was being nice to you, except for one man. Perion kept staring at you with his red eye.

When you went to the table that had food, he leaned close. “I can see right through you. You might act like a saint, but you have the soul of a murderer.”

He shoved pomegranates in your mouth and led you to the dance floor. He smiled. “Now we can discuss this matter as we dance.”