This wasn't the development I expected. And just a single look across the massive hall filled with long tables, each heaving under the weight of the fancy food on them…
I wasn't the only one.
"Father!" a man sitting just a few steps away from the stage suddenly exclaimed, rising up and slamming both of his hands against the table.
'It didn't break, huh?' I thought, more than happy just watching how the situation developed rather than actively taking part in it.
"Rules are there to follow! Until the day he reaches beyond the mere mortal ranks…"
"If that's so, how come you seated Claire right by your side?" the old man countered before his son could even finish one sentence. "Don't get me wrong, dear," he then turned towards Claire before bowing his head, "I believe you sit right where you should sit, but," the old man squinted his eyes as he took his furious glare right back to his son.
