Princess Irene gazed at Wyatt Barnes, her autumnal eyes as tranquil as a pond upon his arrival. But now, ripples appeared ever so subtly on their surface.
This young man was nothing like the other people she usually encountered.
Despite the sarcastic jeering from others, he remained impartial, unaffected...
It was difficult to believe that such a young boy could possess such terrifying 'composure'!
"Young Master Barnes, I've heard about your exploits and hold great admiration for you... Consider this cup of tea as a toast on my behalf," Irene finally broke the silence, her sweet-sounding voice silencing the derisive chatter surrounding Wyatt.
Wyatt's eyes flickered slightly.
He could see that Princess Irene was attempting to help him.
Even the host, the Third Prince, was coldly watching from the side, without intervening...
