Noelle had no sooner reached the door than it swung open on well oiled and silent hinges. She was greeted by a male butler and a female maid. Both were dressed as the picture of modesty and they had bland expressions pasted to their faces. Indeed they could be twins as they ushered her into the marble and tile estate. The man spoke first "the master will be along shortly." The woman ushered her to ab over stuffed leather chair and wine and cheese waited for her on a side table in case she wished to break her fast from her trip.<br/><br/>Of course the master had no need of notification of her arrival. He had known the moment her carriage turned onto his lane. So Noelle was left wondering as the butler and the maid vanished into the massive estate. In his sitting room Perceval could hear the hammering of a mortal heart and all but the unsullied innocence that Noelle brought to his home. But he really did not wish to prey on his deceased friend's daughter no matter how great a temptation she was. So he took a moment to control his more base urges before slipping out on silent feet.<br/><br/>He made absolutely no sound as he approached the young lady from behind. In fact she did not know he was there until she felt him. But his presence was powerful and unmistakable. There was a sense of raw power and his impressive masculinity called to her feminine side in the most carnal of ways just by his proximity. But before she could startle he spoke in a soft and whispering voice "good evening, you must be Noelle. Welcome to my humble home and please accept my hospitality." Of course the woman did not know he had just placed her under his protection with those words. No being that was very wise would dare cross Lord Perceval. He could be exceedingly unpleasant when crossed and especially if the sanctity of his home was violated.