Rychard looked nothing like a man who had just been standing at the scene of a bloody crime. His robes were a deep violet, almost black, embroidered by a deep dark gold color. On his lapel, the symbol of the Viola sat, intertwining in flowers and vines, while his tall collars were embroidered with twin horned dragons.
When this sort of outfit was matched with his noble disposition, his cascading black hair and his deep violet eyes, he gave off the feeling of a refined, handsome and confident gentleman.
Rychard had a light smile on his face but it froze somewhat when he saw the crying Yuri. He couldn't have something like this ruining his wedding.
"Judging by the situation, it seems it would be best if the two of you just stayed here."
