Roman
"Get lost."
In that moment, Valarie was at her most beautiful. The delicate blond hair catching the light, the side of her fang glimmering as well. That sort of authority, that sort of power; oh how he craved it, how he wanted to be her. It made the smile she gave him all the more beautiful.
"I am," he said. "I think this might be one of the more proud moments in my life."
People were talking about him. But it wasn't dismissal or disgust, but a sort of reverence, not that those kinds of comments weren't being said. The way they were talking about him was the way one talked about someone special. He heard someone say "Who even is that?" Another person said, "How is the king letting him get away with that?"
Roman just smirked. "Yeah, i'll become your personal assistant," he said aloud. Technically he was signing up to be her manslave, but personal assistant sounded way cooler.