The air in the banquet hall became silent, as laughter died on lips, conversations paused mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to the grand entrance where the Crown Prince Kaiser made his entrance.
Prince Keiser de Angus walked, his every step filled with grace and regality, like he was an untouchable existence. A god looking down at the mere mortals beneath his feet. He was dressed in black with silver accents, a dark rose pinned to his lapel. The chandelier light danced across the sharp lines of his coat, but it was his presence that commanded the room. It was cold and utterly terrifying. The aura he carried was suffocating and dangerous, the breath of a killer, one devoid of any emotion or empathy.
The nobles instinctively stepped aside to give him room, with fake smiles plastered on their faces.
"So quiet," Keiser drawled with a hint of mockery. "It seems I am not welcome here." His voice was a deep baritone.
