A hushed anticipation lingered in the air, most especially for Ivan whose forehead had creased into a slight frown. Hearing the word 'first prince' being mentioned by the guard, he turned around the same time the grand doors were open, and to his bemusement, it revealed a familiar figure who confidently stepped forward, only to come to a stop at the entrance as his crimson eyes scanned the councils and nobles present - it shifted to the four Lords who were seated on the elevated dais before landing on a certain vampire Lord.
"Missed me, my dear little brother?" The corner of his lips lifted as he took a couple more steps closer, his arms spread out in a gesture as though he was about to hug Ivan, but even he knew that was a grave mistake he could not make…unless he wanted to lose an arm on his first night of return.
