'He speaks like he's much older.' Yeon Jin thought and drank his wine while glaring at Tristan. 'He should be the same age as Beric.'
The music came up but the lady in front of him didn't make an attempt to ask so he decided to sneak out of there before she took up the courage to ask.
But just as he was about to escape, the front door opened, interrupting everyone, including the dancers and musicians.
"Announcing…"
"Don't bother." Beric said and the herald immediately shut his mouth. Beric walked in majestically with his white attire that greatly contrasted with his skin and hair color.
A side parting showed the entirety of his face and it was devilishly handsome.
As he walked past the nobles, they felt shivers run down their spines. It was a terrifying chill they couldn't quite understand.
Beric walked a bit and stood still for a moment. He looked up at Tristan and Alice at the throne and threw his face away, ignoring their presence.
