Aleksander in a million years can tell who the person was standing there with a sword, ready to stab the other person on the floor. He can never be mistaken for that behavior and personality, and those sassy characters.
His eyes widen, his hand form into a fist pressed between his nose and lips. He couldn't put into words the emotion he was feeling after he finally found who that lady was.
"My lord?" Draco stares at him and back at the lady whom his master had said that he had finally found her. "You could have mistaken..." He as well stare at lady Lucien who was standing not too far away from them. Her peer group was either cheering or praising her for her actions. "You described that the mysterious lady's hair had darker than ebony like the black canvas at night, but it doesn't seem that way."
Aleksander disagreed, "You know pretty well that I never mistook the people I see or remember."
