As the music faltered and then faded into an eerie silence, the entire ballroom seemed to freeze. Alyssane's heartbeats raced faster as she glanced towards the large ornate gates, and for a moment she dared not breathe.
The crowd's gasps were distant murmurs.
Kazmun walked inside alone, clad in ornate dark robes with hints of a mistifying blue that resembled the deep shade of his unreadable eyes. Somehow, he looked even more enchanting―more unreal, but in a dangerous sort of way.
'But he was not supposed to come here tonight, what happened?' Alyssane wondered, forcing her gaze away.
More and more whispers were spreading among the guests.
No official announcements were made, but everyone seemed to understand that the Crown Prince had arrived. The rumors had already been rife.
Before Alyssane could dwell on Kazmun further, she was brought out of her thoughts when Ramses lowered his hand, grasping hers.
