The morning sun cast a pale glow over the Palace, the soft light giving the world an eerie stillness.
A light-cold wind swept through, ruffling the banners and sending a chill down the spines of those gathered.
Lucian stood unmoving near the royal carriages, his white hair flowing down his back like silk, catching the light in an almost ethereal way.
Drake slowly stepped out, his golden hair shining in the early light.
His presence, though regal, was met with silence.
His green eyes gleamed as he caught sight of Lucian standing in the distance, his lips curling into a smirk as he sauntered over, a swagger in his step.
"Ah, I was wondering why the wind was howling today," Drake said, his voice light with mockery, "turns out it was just you."
Lucian barely glanced at him, the cold smile never leaving his face, "and here I thought it was the stench of desperation blowing in from your direction."
