The hallway adjacent to the ballroom is adorned with a luxurious red carpet that stretches along its length, lending an air of opulence.
Gold statues stand proudly, casting a regal glow, while paintings adorning the walls showcase scenes of elegance and grandeur. Bouquets of roses, carefully arranged, infuse the corridor with a subtle yet enchanting fragrance, enhancing the overall ambiance of splendor.
Despite their allure, none of them captured Caym's attention. "Why did I choose to pat her?" he murmured, gazing at his palm.
His focus was disrupted by a voice calling out, "Grand Commander!"
Caym lifted his gaze, his eyes chillingly fixed on the man before him. "Count Ford Hamilton," he acknowledged.
"Your stare is quite intimidating," Ford remarked, shuddering. "So... ahem... where is Lady Gallegan?"
"I never agreed to carry it out," Caym responded. "And I already told you to refrain from disturbing a knight on duty, Count Hamilton."
