"Greetings!" I said with a cheerful smile, cupping my hands in a way customary to this world.
Standing with his arms folded stood Marquess Silas Belmont, son of Ach-Duke Warrick Belmont and the first brother to Queen Calanti Vorselus.
Silas stood around six feet, just a little shorter than me, but the man held a presence. It was dreadfully cold yet welcoming, allowing others to lower their guard. A mistake that would cost anyone their life.
"Crowe, can you explain what happened?" he started staring at me with icy blue eyes. "From what I've heard, the bastard of Rufus is in a coma."
"Haven't you heard?" I replied, shrugging my shoulders. " he just keened over. Faint. My word, how surprised I was."
"It's true, uncle." Said Amilia coming in clutch. "Gravel simply fell over and started to beg. You can even ask my—"
Silas raised his hands with a thin frown, clear with displeasure. "Even you, Amilia? Do you take me for a fool?"
