" I didn't push you, I hardly shoved you … it's not my fault that you were not paying attention, third consort," Yakov looked windswept but other than that he looked as clean and impeccable as always on the other hand Blaise who was pushed down the orphanage's dungeon looked like he has crawled out of a dingy alleyway. His robes were besmirched and his silver hair seemed to have suffered the hardest burn, his entire silver hair was covered with spider webs and was dripping with the water from the small water stream that was flowing in the centre of the basement of the orphanage.
All in all, he was cutting a sorry figure.
