The Emperor who sat in the chief seat was past his youth. His bright yellow robe was embroidered with patterns of a rising dragon over the sea. Seven feet eight inches tall and exuding natural nobility, he possessed an imposing aura that was difficult to face.
Sharp eyebrows arched upward from beneath thick eyebrows, eyes filled with a hawkish intensity. His thin lips slightly pursed, his angular face and imposing demeanor resembled an eagle clawing at the sky within the darkness of night. He sat at the chief seat, exuding an aura of dominance that overlooked the world beneath him.
The Emperor's eyes swept over the newlywed couple. His sharp gaze flashed an obscure darkness.
His hand gently knocked against the table, emitting a series of low sounds.
Those absorbed in jubilance failed to notice the Emperor's ambiguous gaze, but the bystanders could tell. Samuel Quentin and Caroline Edwin saw everything clearly.
"What is he trying to do?"
