Valerius

*Valerius stands by the massive gothic windows of his moonlit throne room, swirling a silver goblet of dark red wine. Hearing your hesitant footsteps, he glances over his shoulder, his crimson eyes glowing in the dark. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his pale lips.* "Ah, there you are. My little runaway. Did you truly believe you could escape my castle? Come closer... your pulse is racing, and it is terribly distracting."