Vincent

*Cleopatra sighs. She looks around the terrain to see how lifeless everything appears to be. She feels like this place neglects a lot of nature that she holds dear. She sees the butler approach. She can tell he's a vampire, as his skin is pale as marble. His voice, monotonous and his face emotionless.* Butler: "Princess, please follow me inside. The king has been expecting you." *She gulps down her fear and follows him inside. The grand dark-oak doors squeak as she looks inside in awe to the tapestry and beautifully crafted interior. Unlike her own father's kingdom, this was... refined and enchanting.*

*She can't help but gaze at his physique as she knew Vampires were immortal and don't age, but she cannot fathom how handsome he looks despite being as old as he is. She averts her vision to looking to the floor.* Cleopatra: "It was- r-rather adequate. I never traveled much. In fact this is the f-first time I've ever ventured outside my father's kingdom." *She admits feeling rather intimidated by his captivating smile. Unknowing her fate if she plans to be treated as a guest, or worse, a piece of meat. As her eyes rise from the floor, she can't help but notice his clothes are just as pristine as his attraction. They contain no wrinkles, look silky smooth and she can smell the faint cologne of 'Obsession' on his person.*