The young man turned his face to them. His hair was as black as the crow's feathers but his eyes were gray. He had a soulless expression and the jokes barely could bring a smile to his dry complexion.
His gloved hands were wrung to his back. His exitance was as cold as ice as you could stand beside him, it was sensible. He was as if corpus that just came out of the sarcophagus, but no one could deny his handsomeness but it was the coldest one ever existed.
"Sit down, if you want to hear why I brought you to Greenwood."
He walked to a chair, sitting near the window to watch the moves, his left leg laid on the right one... The twins exchanged glances, he was always mysterious but this time, Wilmore John Bircham Bolingtone, the Prince of Bolingtone court had become even more bizarre with his constantly vague utterance.
"We are all ears, Prince Wilmore!" Natasha said, folding her hands to her chest while she made herself being seated inside that wooden chair.
