Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rol

Percy leaned his cheek into her touch, a gentle gesture of surrender that would surprise people who did not know him well. "I don't wish him unhappiness. And I can't protect him from his choices." He did not look away from Vex toward the woman Vax had brought as a guest, but his attention flickered that way and back. "I suppose I haven't given her much of a chance before tonight."