Keir hated the acidic green the Hongs flaunted everywhere. Seo, knowing the clan was rightfully within their limits to sport their color if they so wished, tried his best not to associate the green assaulting his visage with the venom that slowly bled into the air.
It is not easy, to be in the middle of a covert mission to terminate potential foes and to march into a celebration of the ignorant the next moment, without giving away a hint of what had transpired earlier.
There have always been lukewarm relations between the Hongs and the Kangs apart from occasional battles that brought them together under the imperial banners. Two clans who occupied nearly the two opposite corners of a kingdom could hardly have common interests. Yet no minor noble clan in their right mind would dare to turn away the party of the first prince consort if and when he comes knocking.
