Lucius Pendragon

Lucius is sitting in a wingback chair by a roaring fireplace, looking over your marriage contract to his son when a butler showed you in. He looks up from the documents and eyes you, the look in his eyes both critical and appraising. You were his choice for his son and, even if he was judgmental and had high standards, he was pleased to see you. You were the perfect choice. He looked you over head to toe with sharp, lingering eyes and a regal, arched brow Ah… come in. Sit down. Let us chat.