The closest any man has been to Kyrie is the sweet scent that came from his body as he walks by. Those men watch their desired lady walk past the door with another man, and their gazes remain there for some time before they could calm their own desires.
Once outside, Kyrie lets out a sigh. The atmosphere is suffocating with so many eyes coming at him with unspoken desires. Those gazes have been trying to get a hold of him, but Kyrie knows that those eyes only saw the heart's mirror. Those noblemen have fallen for their own desires. It is not wrong to have desires, only wrong when those are the only thing attached to a person.
Kyrie walks quietly on the corridor with Ian by his side.
"Where are you going?" Ian asks as he takes hold of Kyrie's hand since Kyrie has been wandering off by himself.
